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• Upon my head they placed a fruitless crown, And put a barren sceptre in my gripe, Thence to be wrench'd with an unlineal hand, No son of mine succeeding.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Here I and sorrows sit; Here is my throne, bid kings come bow to it.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King John -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Deeper than did ever plummet sound I 'll drown my book.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• My heart Is true as steel. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), A Midsummer Night's Dream -- Act ii, Sc.
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• If it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• If my gossip Report be an honest woman of her word.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• By my penny of observation. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Love's Labour 's Lost -- Act iii, Sc.
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