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• Swell, bosom, with thy fraught, For 't is of aspics' tongues!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc.
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• O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Richard III -- Act v, Sc.
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• Give thy thoughts no tongue, nor any unproportioned thought his act.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• Thy honesty and love doth mince this matter. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Put money in thy purse. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Thou canst not say I did it; never shake Thy gory locks at me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Let there be gall enough in thy ink; though thou write with a goose-pen, no matter.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc. 2...
• Put out the light, and then put out the light: If I quench thee, thou flaming minister, I can again thy former light restore Should I repent me
  but once put out thy light, Thou cunning'st pattern of excelling nature, I know not where is that Promethean heat That can thy light relume....