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• Infirm of purpose! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2
• A falcon, towering in her pride of place, Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 4...
• The attempt and not the deed Confounds us. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc.
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• T is the eye of childhood That fears a painted devil.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Romeo and Juliet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Macb. What is the night? L. Macb. Almost at odds with morning, which is which.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• I had most need of blessing, and "Amen" Stuck in my throat.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• That in the captain 's but a choleric word Which in the soldier is flat blasphemy.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Dire combustion and confused events New hatch'd to the woful time.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...