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• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• A very riband in the cap of youth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7
• There 's such divinity doth hedge a king, That treason can but peep to what it would.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• The age is grown so picked that the toe of the peasant comes so near the heel of the courtier, he galls his kibe.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• The lady doth protest -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 2
• This sweaty haste Doth make the night joint-labourer with the day.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• And oftentimes, excusing of a fault, Doth make a fault the worse by the excuse
  As patches set upon a little breach, Discredit more in hiding of the fault, Than did the fault before it was so patch'd....
• You tread upon my patience. -- William Shakespeare, "Henry IV