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The Time Of Life Is Short; To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long.

How Poor Are They That Have Have Not Patients.

Speak Of Me As I Am. Nothing Extenuate, Nor Set Down Aught In Malice.

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.