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Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

Superfluity Comes Sooner By White Hairs, But Competency Lives Longer.

The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That Lift Their Swords, In Such A Just And Charitable War.

I'll Fight, Till From My Bones My Flesh Be Hacked.

My Free Drift Halts Not Particularly, But Moves Itself In A Wide Sea Of Wax; No Levelled Malice Infects One Comma In The Course I Hold, But Flies An Eagle Flight, Bold And Forth On, Leaving No Tract Behind.