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Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent Made Glorious Summer By This Sun Of York; And All The Clouds That Lour'd Upon Our House In The Deep Bosom Of The Ocean Buried.

Set Your Heart At Rest. The Fairyland Buys Not The Child Of Me.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

Tired With All These, For Restful Death I Cry.