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• But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be.
  Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon....
• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• Art thou there, truepenny? Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Every man has business and desire, Such as it is. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• Rest, rest, perturbed spirit! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• Cut off even in the blossoms of my sin, Unhousell'd, disappointed, unaneled, No reckoning made, but sent to my account With all my imperfections on my head.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave.
  Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this....