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By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes.

William Shakespeare

How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.

William Shakespeare

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

William Shakespeare

I cannot tell what the dickens his name is.

William Shakespeare

Men at some time are masters of their fates.

William Shakespeare

There is a tide in the affairs of men, which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune.

William Shakespeare

What light through yonder window breaks?

William Shakespeare

I am constant as the northern star.

William Shakespeare

I must be cruel only to be kind; thus bad begins, and worse remains behind.

William Shakespeare

Come what come may, time and the hour runs through the roughest day.

William Shakespeare