The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

To England Will I Steal, And There I'll Steal.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

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There's A Divinity That Shapes Our Ends, Rough-hew Them How We Will.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.