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• O judgment! thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Faith, thou hast some crotchets in thy head now. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merry Wives of Windsor -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Conjure with 'em,-- Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Caesar.
  Now, in the names of all the gods at once, Upon what meat doth this our Caesar feed, That he is grown so great?...
• A dish fit for the gods. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• As proper men as ever trod upon neat's leather. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act i, Sc.
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• Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
  Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times....
• Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou owedst yesterday.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Think you I am no stronger than my sex, Being so father'd and so husbanded?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Julius Caesar -- Act ii, Sc. 1...