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A plague o' both your houses!
Something Wicked This Way Comes (mask)
All the world’s a stage And all the men and women merely players
Et tu, Brute!
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
Though this be madness, yet there is method in 't
This above all: to thine ownself be true
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
Men of few words are the best men
Hell is empty And all the devils are here.
the game is afoot
O brave new world, That has such people in ’t!
Once more unto the breach
Why, then the world's my oyster
Why, then the world's my oyster (SE)
You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely
Wherefore art thou Romeo?
We are such stuff As dreams are made on
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so
That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet
That which we call a rose By any name would smell as sweet
Parting is such sweet sorrow
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
For the rain, it raineth every day
For the rain it raineth every day
I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.
Is this a dagger which I see before me
To be, or not to be
A plague o' both your houses!
Nothing will come of nothing
Hell is empty And all the devils are here
It is a tale told by an idiot,
He hath an excellent stomach.
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack (earth edition)
The breaking of so great a thing should make a greater crack (heart edition)
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none
Something wicked this way comes.
too much of a good thing
a heart of gold
More sinned against than sinning.
what an ass am I!
Commit the oldest sins
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
Ah! That deceit should steal such gentle shape


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