Shakespeare or Batman?

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Can you name the source, Shakespeare or Batman, who is quoted below?

Updated Feb 7, 2012

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Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
They have tied me to a stake—I cannot fly. But, bear-like, I must fight the course.
Then all you've waited for is a puppet. A soulless little doll.
I can live no longer by thinking.
I will grind your bones to dust. And with your blood and it I’ll make a paste.
We both stared into the abyss, but when it looked back at us, you blinked.
Grief forgives what can never be forgiven.
You'll hunt me. You'll condemn me, set the dogs on me.
And as the sun, that had been too afraid to show its face in this city, started to turn the black into grey, I smiled.
I will break and twist things within you. You can't conceive of the pain I can cause.
The weight of this sad time we must obey.
Hell is empty, and all the devils are here.
We die every day...a thousand times an hour.
He is come to open the purple testament of bleeding war.
Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe.
As a man, I'm flesh and blood. I can be ignored, I can be destroyed.
Quote(S)hakespeare or (B)atman
I am a feather for each wind that blows. many hours bring about the day, how many days will finish up the year, how many years a mortal man may live.
I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in my arms.
I will not become an executioner.
You cannot stop me, not with wine or vows or the weight of age. You cannot stop me, but still you try.
Smoldering, I burn you—burning you, I flare, hot and bright and fierce and beautiful.
I'm a man of thirty—of twenty again. The rain on my chest is a baptism. I'm born again.
That blood should sprinkle me to make me grow.
...and darkness be the burier of the dead.
Vengeance is in my heart, death in my hand. Blood and revenge are hammering in my head.
Sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are.
Weep I cannot. But my heart bleeds.
As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods—they kill us for their sport.
Did I finally reach the limits of reason? And find the Devil waiting?
Welcome destruction, blood, and massacre. I see, as in a map, the end of all.

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