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Though Truth And Falsehood Be Near Twins, Yet Truth A Little Elder Is.

I Did Best When I Had Least Truth For My Subjects.

...whatever Dies Was Not Mixed Equally, If Our Two Loves Be One Or Thou And I Love So Alike That None Can Slacken, None Can Die.

Be Thine Own Palace, Or The World's Thy Jail.

Friends Are Ourselves.