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• I hold you as a thing ensky'd and sainted. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc.
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• He was ever precise in promise-keeping. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc.
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• Our doubts are traitors, And make us lose the good we oft might win By fearing to attempt.
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• O, what may man within him hide, Though angel on the outward side!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc.
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• The jury, passing on the prisoner's life, May in the sworn twelve have a thief or two Guiltier than him they try.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act ii, Sc. 1...
• A man whose blood Is very snow-broth; one who never feels The wanton stings and motions of the sense.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• Our compell'd sins Stand more for number than for accompt.
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• Come not within the measure of my wrath. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Two Gentlemen of Verona -- Act v, Sc.
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