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• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• Within the book and volume of my brain. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• 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....
• But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be.
  Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon....
• Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• In my mind's eye, Horatio. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• Come, my coach! Good night, sweet ladies; good night.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• My father's brother, but no more like my father Than I to Hercules.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...