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• Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph.
  'T is brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc....
• First Play. We have reformed that indifferently with us, sir.
  Ham. O, reform it altogether. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• This is the very false gallop of verses. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iii, Sc.
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• I do desire we may be better strangers. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It -- Act iii, Sc.
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• It's like looking for a camel in a haystack.
• The most exquisite peak in culinary art is conquered when you do right by a ham
  for a ham, in the very nature of the process it has undergone since last it walked on its own feet, combines in its flavor the tang of smoky autumnal woods, the maternal softness of earthy fields delivered of their crop children, the wineyness of a late sun, the intimate kiss of fertilizing rain, and the bite of fire....
• Ham. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• Ham. His beard was grizzled,--no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...