Bow, stubborn knees; and, heart with strings of steel,
Be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
About some act
That has no relish of salvation in 't.
Hamlet. Act iii. Sc. 3.
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My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: