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• The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• Shut up In measureless content. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• A thing of custom,--'t is no other; Only it spoils the pleasure of the time.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Hence, horrible shadow! Unreal mockery, hence! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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• I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Now, good digestion wait on appetite, And health on both!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...