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Hell and confusion light upon their heads.
Christopher Marlowe, Tamburlaine the Great Part II
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As I love the name of honour more than I fear death.
William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
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Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.
Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips,
And all is dross that is not Helena.
Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus
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I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet