Updated: 6/14/2020

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  • No more that thane of Cawdor shall deceive Our bosom interest: go pronounce his present death, And with his former title greet Macbeth
  • Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand? No...
  • It will have blood, theysay. Blood will have blood.Stones have been known to move, and trees to speak.
  • I think our country sinks beneath the yoke. It weeps, it bleeds, and each new day a gash Is added to her wounds.
  • Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more.