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I Would With Such Perfection Govern, Sir, T'excel The Golden Age.

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

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

Eternity Was In Our Lips And Eyes.

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