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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Suit the action to the word, the word to the actio
  with this special observance, that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature....
• Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word
  which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul....
• At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• False as dicers' oaths. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...