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• The robb'd that smiles, steals something from the thief.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• They are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please.
  Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee....
• My meaning in saying he is a good man, is to have you understand me that he is sufficient.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Merchant of Venice -- Act i, Sc. 3...
• O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc. 3...
• Farewell! a long farewell, to all my greatness! This is the state of ma
  o-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hopes; to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing honours thick upon him...
• It is a melancholy of mine own, compounded of many simple
  extracted from many objects, and indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, in which my often rumination wraps me in a most humorous sadness....
• Be sure of it; give me the ocular proof. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), The Tempest -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• Who may, in the ambush of my name, strike home. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Measure for Measure -- Act i, Sc.
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