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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Confess yourself to heaven; Repent what's past; avoid what is to come.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• A king of shreds and patches. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• 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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• Dead, for a ducat, dead! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• False as dicers' oaths. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4