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Nature's Tears Are Reason's Merriment.

Indeed, Sir, He That Sleeps Feels Not The Toothache; But A Man That Were To Sleep Your Sleep, And A Hangman To Help Him To Bed, I Think He Would Change Places With His Officer; For Look You, Sir, You Know Not Which Way You Shall Go.

It Is The Bright Day That Brings Forth The Adder, And That Craves Wary Walking.

Say As You Think And Speak It From Your Souls.

Pardon, Gentles All, The Flat Unraised Spirits That Have Dared On This Unworthy Scaffold To Bring Forth So Great An Object.