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• On fortune's cap we are not the very button. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc.
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• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• One woe doth tread upon another's heel, So fast they follow.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• Arm'd at point exactly, cap-a-pe. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2
• We that are in the vaward of our youth. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act i, Sc.
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• When sorrows come, they come not single spies, But in battalions.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• Diseases desperate grown By desperate appliance are relieved, Or not at all.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 3...
• His beard was as white as snow, All flaxen was his poll.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 5...
• Then up he rose, and donn'd his clothes. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc.
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