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To be, or not to be (black)
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
Once more unto the breach
a heart of gold
O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!
too much of a good thing
the game is afoot
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack (earth edition)
He hath an excellent stomach.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
Nothing will come of nothing
Men of few words are the best men
I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Et tu, Brute!
For the rain it raineth every day
For the rain, it raineth every day
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Parting is such sweet sorrow
That which we call a rose By any name would smell as sweet
That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so