Date: 1603
"And that his soul may be as damned and black / As hell whereto it goes."
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Date: 1603
"Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, / And there I see such black and grainèd spots / As will not leave their tinct. "
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Date: 1603
"Haste, haste me to know it, that with wings as swift / As meditation or the thoughts of love / May sweep to my revenge."
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Date: 1603
"So think thou wilt no second husband wed; / But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead."
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Date: 1603
A people may be "muddied, / Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers / For good Polonius' death."
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Date: 1603
"And my imaginations are as foul / As Vulcan's stithy."
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Date: 1603
"Yea, from the table of my memory / I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, / All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, / That youth and observation copied there, / And thy commandment all alone shall live / Within the book and volume of my brain / Unmixed with baser matter."
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Date: 1603
"This is the very coinage of your brain."
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Date: 1603
"Cudgel thy brains no more about it, for your / dull ass will not mend his pace with beating."
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Date: 1603
"O what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!"
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