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• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't.
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• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
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• T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature.
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• With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Though it make the unskilful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve.
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• The head is not more native to the heart. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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