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• If this were played upon a stage now, I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I think we do know the sweet Roman hand. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Out of my lean and low ability I 'll lend you something.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• One draught above heat makes him a fool; the second mads him
  and a third drowns him. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• If any, speak; for him have I offended. I pause for a reply.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• I have thought some of Nature's journeymen had made men and not made them well, they imitated humanity so abominably.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• 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....
• I have not slept one wink. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act iii, Sc. 4