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Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Macbeth", Act 2 scene 1
And oftentimes, to win us to our harm, The instruments of darkness tell us truths, Win us with honest trifles, to betray's In deepest consequence.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Macbeth", Act 1 scene 3
Cry "Havoc," and let slip the dogs of war.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Julius Caesar", Act 3 scene 1
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Julius Caesar", Act 3 scene 2
Beware the ides of March.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Julius Caesar", Act 1 scene 2
What's in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Romeo and Juliet", Act 2 scene 2
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Romeo and Juliet", Act 2 scene 1
The end crowns all, And that old common arbitrator, Time, Will one day end it.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "Troilus and Cressida", Act 4 scene 5
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. Grim-visaged war hath smoothed his wrinkled front; And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds To fright the souls of fearful adversaries, He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber To the lascivious pleasing of a lute. But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks, Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass; I, that am rudely stamped, and want love's majesty To strut before a wanton ambling nymph; I, that am curtailed of this fair proportion, Cheated of feature by dissembling nature, Deformed, unfinished, sent before my time Into this breathing world, scarce half made up, And that so lamely and unfashionable That dogs bark at me as I halt by them,-- Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace, Have no delight to pass away the time, Unless to spy my shadow in the sun.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Richard III", Act 1 scene 1
And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.: William Shakespeare (1564 - 1616), "King Henry VI Part III", Act 2 scene 1

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