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This above all: to thine own self be true.

William Shakespeare

Now is the winter of our discontent.

William Shakespeare

Et tu, Brute?

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Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow.

William Shakespeare

A little more than kin, and less than kind.

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All that glisters is not gold.

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The course of true love never did run smooth.

William Shakespeare

Beware the Ides of March.

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Out, out brief candle!

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Cowards die many times before their deaths; the valiant never taste of death but once.

William Shakespeare