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So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

Let Not Our Babbling Dreams Affright Our Souls; Conscience Is But A Work That Cowards Use, Devised At First To Keep The Strong In Awe: Our Strong Arms Be Our Conscience, Swords Our Law!

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.