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• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Dwindle, peak, and pine. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Stands not within the prospect of belief. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.
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• Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Truth hath a quiet breast. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Two truths are told, As happy prologues to the swelling act Of the imperial theme.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...