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• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand?
  No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red....
• Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• I took by the throat the circumcised dog, And smote him, thus.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act v, Sc. 2...
• Banners flout the sky. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 2
• It was the owl that shriek'd, the fatal bellman, Which gives the stern'st good-night.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• That no compunctious visitings of nature Shake my fell purpose.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 5...