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• My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Confusion now hath made his masterpiece! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope The Lord's anointed temple, and stole thence The life o' the building!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act ii, Sc. 3...
• The selfsame heaven That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc. 3...
• For, O, for, O, the hobby-horse is forgot. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• About some act That has no relish of salvation in 't.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• A man may fish with the worm that hath eat of a king, and eat of the fish that hath fed of that worm.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• T is not so above; There is no shuffling, there the action lies In his true nature.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5