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So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each Man Have Enough.

I'll Privily Away; I Love The People, But Do Not Like To Stage Me To Their Eyes; Though It Do Well, I Do Not Relish Well Their Loud Applause And Aves Vehement, Nor Do I Think The Man Of Safe Discretion That Does Not Affect It.

Then Will I Raise Aloft The Milk-white Rose. For Whose Sweet Smell The Air Shall Be Perfumed.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out