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To Mourn A Mischief That Is Past And Gone Is The Next Way To Draw New Mischief On.

Lechery, Lechery; Still, Wars And Lechery: Nothing Else Holds Fashion.

Speak The Speech, I Pray You, As I Pronounc'd It To You, Trippingly On The Tongue.

Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In Woman.

O Shame, Where Is Thy Blush?