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To sleep, perchance to dream
All the world's a stage
Such stuff as dreams are made on
What a piece of work is a man
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
The play's the thing
My words fly up, my thoughts remain below
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
Be not afraid of greatness
Get thee to a nunnery
One that loved not wisely but too well
When shall we three meet again
I will buy with you, sell with you, talk with you
Neither a borrower nor a lender be
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
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