You Have Her Father's Love, Demetrius; Let

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.

Things Without All Remedy Should Be Without Regard: What's Done Is Done.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

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