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That If You Be Honest And Fair, Your Honesty Should Admit No Discourse To Your Beauty.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

Such Is My Love, To Thee I So Belong, That For Thy Right Myself Will Bear All Wrong.

Misery Acquaints A Man With Strange Bedfellows.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall Up With Our English Dead! In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility: But When The Blast Of War Blows In Our Ears, Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger.