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Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.

Ruin Has Taught Me To Ruminate, That Time Will Come And Take My Love Away. This Thought Is As A Death, Which Cannot Choose But Weep To Have That Which It Fears To Lose.

Excellent Wretch! Perdition Catch My Soul But I Do Love Thee! And When I Love Thee Not, Chaos Is Come Again.

Hang Him, Swaggering Rascal!