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• Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we 'll die with harness on our back.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• Which shall to all our nights and days to come Give solely sovereign sway and masterdom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• This castle hath a pleasant seat; the air Nimbly and sweetly recommends itself Unto our gentle senses.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 6...
• I gin to be aweary of the sun. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5
• Banners flout the sky. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 2
• I pull in resolution, and begin To doubt the equivocation of the fiend That lies like truth
  Fear not, till Birnam wood Do come to Dunsinane." -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc....
• And be these juggling fiends no more believ'd, That palter with us in a double sense
  That keep the word of promise to our ear And break it to our hope....
• Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1
• All these woes shall serve For sweet discourses in our time to come.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act iii, Sc. 5...