• Ronni McDonough: Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! rage! blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! and thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! King Lear, Act III, Scene II

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  • Karen Hyde: "To Be or Not to Be, that is the question" (Hamlet)

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  • Patrick Hoecherl: You may my glories and my state depose, But not my griefs; still am I king of those. (Richard II)

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  • Brooke Young: By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes. (Macbeth)

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  • Elizabeth Jane Gupta: Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered

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  • Emily Smith: This above all; to thine own self be true. (Hamlet)

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  • Andrew Shaw: Therefore I lie with her and she with me / and in our faults by lies we flattered be (Sonnet 138)

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