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• Come what come may, Time and the hour runs through the roughest day.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Stands not within the prospect of belief. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.
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• Dwindle, peak, and pine. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...