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There Should Be Hours For Necessities, Not For Delights; Times To Repair Our Nature With Comforting Repose, And Not For Us To Waste These Times.

And Since You Know You Cannot See Yourself, So Well As By Reflection, I, Your Glass, Will Modestly Discover To Yourself, That Of Yourself Which You Yet Know Not Of.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.