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• My bosom's lord sits lightly in his throne. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act v, Sc.
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• All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
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• Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1
• Child Rowland to the dark tower came, His word was still,--Fie, foh, and fum, I smell the blood of a British man.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Fie! What a spendthrift he is of his tongue! -- William Shakespeare
• Mur. We are men, my liege. Mac. Ay, in the catalogue ye go for men.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.
  Open, locks, Whoever knocks! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc....
• Every way makes my gain. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 1