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“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest

“Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.”
― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

“The breaking of so great a thing should make
A greater crack: the round world
Should have shook lions into civil streets,
And citizens to their dens.”
― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

“The barge she sat in, like a burnish’d throne, Burn’d on the water; the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes. For her own person, It beggar’d all description.”
― William Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra