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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• At your age The hey-day in the blood is tame, it 's humble.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• And let me wring your heart; for so I shall, If it be made of penetrable stuff.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Such an act That blurs the grace and blush of modesty.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• What act That roars so loud, and thunders in the index?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Assume a virtue, if you have it not. That monster, custom, who all sense doth eat, Of habits devil, is angel yet in this.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• For 't is the sport to have the enginer Hoist with his own petar.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...