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In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

By Heaven, I Do Love: And It Hath Taught Me To Rhyme, And To Be Mekancholy.

I'll Teach You Differences.

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

What Hands Are Here? Ha! They Pluck Out Mine Eyes! Will All Great Neptune’s Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No; This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.” “my Hands Are Of Your Colour; But I Shame To Wear A Heart So White. A Little Water Clears Us Of This Deed: How Easy It Is Then! Your Constancy Hath Left You Unattended.