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• If I do prove her haggard, Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings, I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind, To prey at fortune.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• The tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard II -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Fer. Here 's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• I'll speak to it through hell itself should gape, and bid me hold my peace. -- William Shakespeare
• My heart Is true as steel. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• There are no devils in Hell, they are all here. -- William Shakespeare
• A heart unspotted is not easily daunted. -- William Shakespeare
• My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...