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 And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
| William Shakespeare : Macbeth | 
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And be these juggling fiends no more believ’d,
That patter with us in a double sense;
That keep the word of promise to our ear,
And break it to our hope. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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Come seeling night,
Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day.
….Light thickens; and the crow
Makes wings to the rooky wood. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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Have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner ? | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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His virtues
Will plead like angels .... | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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I dare do all that may become a man;
Who dares do more is none. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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I had most need to blessing, and “Amen’’
Stuck in my throat. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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To beguile the time,
Look like the time, ....
.... look like innocent flower,
But be the serpent under’t. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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To morrow, and tomorrow, and to morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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Yet do I bear thy nature;
It is too full o’ the milk of human kindness
To catch the nearest way. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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You face is as a book where men may read strange
matters. | William Shakespeare : Macbeth |
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