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• All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• What, all my pretty chickens and their dam At one fell swoop?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Not all the water in the rough rude sea Can wash the balm off from an anointed king.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand?
  Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still....
• The very staff of my age, my very prop. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act ii, Sc.
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