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• Ham. His beard was grizzled,--no? Hor. It was, as I have seen it in his life, A sable silver'd.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• Ham. There 's ne'er a villain dwelling in all Denmark But he 's an arrant knave.
  Hor. There needs no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this....
• Whether in sea or fire, in earth or air, The extravagant and erring spirit hies To his confine.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 1...
• The air-drawn dagger. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• But, soft! methinks I scent the morning air; Brief let me be.
  Sleeping within my orchard, My custom always of the afternoon....
• A rhapsody of words. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4
• Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• This is the very coinage of your brain: This bodiless creation ecstasy Is very cunning in.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc. 4...
• Lest the bargain should catch cold and starve. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Cymbeline -- Act i, Sc.
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