Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece! Most Sacrilegious Murder Hath Broke Ope The Lord's Anointed Temple, And Stole Thence The Life O' The Building!

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• The earth hath bubbles as the water has, And these are of them.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Truth hath a quiet breast. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act i, Sc. 3
• The heaven's breath Smells wooingly here: no jutty, frieze, Buttress, nor coign of vantage, but this bird Hath made his pendent bed and procreant cradle
  Where they most breed and haunt, I have observed, The air is delicate....
• Hath his bellyful of fighting. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act ii, Sc. 1
• The law hath not been dead, though it hath slept. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act ii, Sc.
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• He hath a daily beauty in his life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 1
• The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• The tyrant custom, most grave senators, Hath made the flinty and steel couch of war My thrice-driven bed of down.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 3...