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• O villain, villain, smiling, damned villain! My tables,--meet it is I set it down, That one may smile, and smile, and be a villai
  At least I 'm sure it may be so in Denmark. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc....
• 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. The air bites shrewdly; it is very cold. Hor. It is a nipping and an eager air.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 4...
• Ham. Is this a prologue, or the posy of a ring? Oph.
  'T is brief, my lord. Ham. As woman's love. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc....
• Pol. What do you read, my lord? Ham. Words, words, words.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• Art thou there, truepenny? Come on--you hear this fellow in the cellarage.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5...
• Remember thee Ay, thou poor ghost while memory holds a seat In this distracted globe.
  Remember thee! Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there....
• O my prophetic soul! My uncle! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 5