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• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• If chance will have me king, why, chance may crown me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• If you can look into the seeds of time, And say which grain will grow and which will not.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• I must become a borrower of the night For a dark hour or twain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• The baby figure of the giant mass Of things to come.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Troilus and Cressida -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• The night is long that never finds the day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc.
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• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...