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Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.

Time Is The Old Justice That Examines All Such Offenders, And Let Time Try.

I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.