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The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.