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“By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes.””

— William Shakespeare

“To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays have lighted foolsThe way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,And then is heard no more. It is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,Signifying nothing.””

— William Shakespeare

“Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.””

— William Shakespeare

“Double, double, toil and trouble;Fire burn, and cauldron bubble!””

— William Shakespeare

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.””

— William Shakespeare

“Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under it.””

— William Shakespeare

“What's done cannot be undone.””

— William Shakespeare

“Who could refrain, That had a heart to love, and in that heart Courage to make love known?””

— William Shakespeare

“False face must hide what the false heart doth know.””

— William Shakespeare