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• She should have died hereafter; There would have been a time for such a word.
  To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death....
• My fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in '
  I have supp'd full with horrors. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• Nothing is But what is not. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act i, Sc. 3
• All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• I bear a charmed life. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8
• Lay on, Macduff, And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 8...
• Live to be the show and gaze o' the time. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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• Out, damned spot! out, I say! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc. 1
• Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Macbeth -- Act v, Sc.
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