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• Within the book and volume of my brain. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• But to my mind, though I am native here And to the manner born, it is a custom More honoured in the breach than the observance.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• 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...
• O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• In my mind's eye, Horatio. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• 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....
• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• My salad days, When I was green in judgment. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Antony and Cleopatra -- Act i, Sc.
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