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• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Speak to me as to thy thinkings, As thou dost ruminate, and give thy worst of thoughts The worst of words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven; It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Unpack my heart with words, And fall a-cursing, like a very drab.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• And my imaginations are as foul As Vulcan's stithy.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Pluck out the heart of my mystery. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2