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• But we, who name ourselves its sovereigns, we, Half dust, half deity, alike unfit To sink or soar.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act i, Sc. 2...
• Think'st thou existence doth depend on time? It doth
  but actions are our epochs. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act ii, Sc. 1...
• Still you keep o' the windy side of the law. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Twelfth Night -- Act iii, Sc.
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• They never fail who die In a great cause. -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Marino Faliero, Act ii, Sc.
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• Mont Blanc is the monarch of mountains; They crowned him long ago On a throne of rocks, in a robe of clouds, With a diadem of snow.
  -- Lord Byron (1788-1824) -- Manfred, Act i, Sc. 1...
• A cutpurse of the empire and the rule, That from a shelf the precious diadem stole, And put it in his pocket!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Earth! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead!
  Of the three hundred grant but three To make a new Thermopylae....
• Dead, for a ducat, dead! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• I drink to the general joy o' the whole table. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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