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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Dead, for a ducat, dead! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• A king of shreds and patches. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• False as dicers' oaths. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• How is 't with you, That you do bend your eye on vacancy?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...