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Now The Melancholy Of God Protect Thee, And The Tailor Make Thy Doublet Of Changable Taffata, For Thy Mind Is A Very Opal. I Would Have Men Of Such Constancy Put To Sea, That Their Business Might Be Everything, And Their Intent Everywhere, For That's It, That Always Makes A Good Voyage Of Nothing.

Let Fancy Still In My Sense In Lethe Steep; If It Be Thus To Dream, Still Let Me Sleep!

Swear Me, Kate, Like A Lady As Thou Art, A Good Mouth-filling Oath.

A Light Heart Lives Long.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.