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• There are a sort of men whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• The chariest maid is prodigal enough, If she unmask her beauty to the moo
  Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes: The canker galls the infants of the spring Too oft before their buttons be disclosed, And in the morn and liquid dew of youth Contagious blastments are most imminent....
• O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
  Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter!...
• Though I am not splenitive and rash, Yet have I something in me dangerous.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5
• What are these So wither'd and so wild in their attire, That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth, And yet are on 't?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...