Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass but my madness speaks.

“Is this a dagger which I see before me,The handle toward my hand? Come, let me …”

“Sound drums and trumpets! Farewell sour annoy! For here, I hope, begins our las…”

“But I am constant as the Northern Star,Of whose true fixed and resting qualityT…”

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