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• O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• O, I have passed a miserable night, So full of ugly sigh
  of ghastly dreams, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 't were to buy a world of happy days....
• That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• His nature is too noble for the world: He would not flatter Neptune for his trident, Or Jove for 's power to thunder.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Coriolanus -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• O, how full of briers is this working-day world! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act i, Sc.
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• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
  Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!...
• Would that my hand were as swift as my tongue. -- Alfieri