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• Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1...
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Tongue nor heart Cannot conceive nor name thee! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Shall I not take mine ease in mine inn? -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc.
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• 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...
• I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• The night is long that never finds the day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...