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- To be or not to be, that is the question.
- Now is the winter of our discontent.
- Be great in act, as you have been in thought.
- The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
- Cowards die many times before their deaths, The valiant never taste
of death but once.
- O coward conscience, how dost thou afflict me.
- Courage and comfort, all shall yet go well.
- Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
- This above all, to thine own self be true.
- The fool doth think he is wise, but the wise man knows himself to
be a fool.
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