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What, Gone Without A Word? Ay, So True Love Should Do; It Cannot Speak, For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

By God, I Cannot Flatter, I Do Defy The Tongues Of Soothers! But A Braver Place In My Heart's Love Hath No Man Than Yourself. Nay, Task Me To My Word; Approve Me, Lord.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Who Can Be Patient In Extremes?

I Have Seen Better Faces In My Time Than Stands On Any Shoulder That I See Before Me At This Instant.