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• Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• It is not nor it cannot come to good. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• But I have that within which passeth show; These but the trappings and the suits of woe.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• A little month. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• That it should come to this! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• The memory be green. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• I know a hawk from a handsaw. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• In my mind's eye, Horatio. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...