Shakespeare Quotations

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To be or not to be	This sceptred isle
Is this a dagger?	Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
All the world's a stage	Once more unto the breach
Alas poor Yorick!	There is a tide in the affairs of men
A rose by any other name	Now is the winter of our discontent
When shall we three meet again?	Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears
The quality of mercy is not strain'd	If music be the food of love, play on
The lady doth protest too much	My kingdom for a horse

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