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Beauty Too Rich For Use, For Earth Too Dear.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

We Cannot All Be Masters.