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I Myself Am Best When Least In Company.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

To Go To Bed After Midnight Is To Go To Bed Betimes

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.