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When sorrows come…
they come not single spies but in battalions
We know what…
we are but not what we may be
Rightly to be great…
is not to stir without great argument but greatly to find quarral at in a straw when honor is at stake
Cat will mew…
and dog will have his day
Goodnight sweet prince….
and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest