Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's

Glory Is Like A Circle In The Water

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Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

Gloucester: Yet So Much Is My Poverty Of Spirit, So Mighty And So Many My Defects, As I Had Rather Hide Me From My Greatness, Being A Bark To Brook No Mighty Sea, Than In My Greatness Covet To Be Hid, And In The Vapour Of My Glory Smother'd. But God Be Thanked. . . .

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