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• I have done the state some service, and they know 't.
  No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am...
• We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Now is the winter of our discontent made glorious summer by this sun of York, and all the clouds that loured upon our house in the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
  Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths, our bruised arms hung up for monuments, our stern alarums changed to merry meetings, our dreadful marches to delightful measures....
• Sleep shall neither night nor day Hang upon his pent-house lid.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• So may he rest; his faults lie gently on him! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc.
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• Who does i' the wars more than his captain can Becomes his captain's captai
  and ambition, The soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss, Than gain which darkens him....
• He gave his honours to the world again, His blessed part to heaven, and slept in peace.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act iv, Sc. 2...
• If it were done when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly
  if the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch With his surcease succe...
• What stronger breastplate than a heart untainted! Thrice is he armed that hath his quarrel just, And he but naked, though locked up in steel, Whose conscience with injustice is corrupted.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VI -- Act iii, Sc. 2...