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• A plague o' both your houses!

• Et tu, Brute!

• Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't

• I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.

• Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none

• Hell is empty And all the devils are here.

• O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!

• To be, or not to be

• This above all: to thine ownself be true

• a heart of gold

• Something wicked this way comes.

• He thinks too much: such men are dangerous

• We are such stuff As dreams are made on

• All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players