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“When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools.”

“Therefore, uproot the sacred tree and watch it bleed.”

“Therefore, uproot the sacred tree and watch it bleed.”

“Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine . . .”

“The time is out of joint—O cursed spite/
That ever I was born to set it right!” — Hamlet

“You, your self and soul, may be the next to die on this altar.”