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The Commonwealth Of Athens Is Become A Forest Of Beasts.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Be Wise As Thou Art Cruel, Do Not Press My Tongue-tied Patience With Too Much Disdain: Lest Sorrow Lend Me Words And Words Express, The Manner Of My Pity-wanting Pain.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.