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Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

Tis In My Memory Lock'd, And You Yourself Shall Keep The Key Of It.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.