Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of

I Cannot Be A Man With Wishing, Therefore I Will Die A Woman With Grieving.

Zounds! Sir, You Are One Of Those That Will Not Serve God If The Devil Bid You.

The Smallest Worm Will Turn Being Trodden On, And Doves Will Peck In Safeguard Of Their Brood.

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Ay; Beauty's Princely Majesty Is Such, Confounds The Tongue And Makes The Senses Rough.