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• A rhapsody of words. -- 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...
• 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...
• This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.
  -- 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...
• What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• The very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• 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