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Bomber Jacket
Ah! That deceit should steal such gentle shape
Have more than you show, speak less than you know
Commit the oldest sins
what an ass am I!
More sinned against than sinning.
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
Something wicked this way comes.
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
He hath an excellent stomach.
It is a tale told by an idiot,
Hell is empty And all the devils are here.
Hell is empty And all the devils are here
Nothing will come of nothing
Men of few words are the best men
A plague o' both your houses!
To be, or not to be
Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under ‘t.
Is this a dagger which I see before me
I like this place And willingly could waste my time in it.
