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• A rhapsody of words. -- 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...
• The lady doth protest -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• The devil hath power To assume a pleasing shape. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• 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...
• Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
  -- 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...
• Nay, then, let the devil wear black, for I 'll have a suit of sables.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...