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When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Forever, And Forever, Farewell, Cassius! If We Do Meet Again, Why, We Shall Smile; If Not, Why Then This Parting Was Well Made.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.