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There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.