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• Stands not within the prospect of belief. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc.
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• Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• The night is long that never finds the day. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc.
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• The weird sisters. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 1
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• Give sorrow words: the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• O, I could play the woman with mine eyes And braggart with my tongue.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• Pour the sweet milk of concord into hell, Uproar the universal peace, confound All unity on earth.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iv, Sc. 3...