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• O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts: I am no orator, as Brutus i
  But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc....
• Thou troublest me; I am not in the vein. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act iv, Sc.
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• As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc.
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• O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse! how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Thou art all the comfort The gods will diet me with.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• O, that a man might know The end of this day's business ere it come!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 1...