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Gratis
William Shakespeare

King Richard II

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    Comfort's in heaven; and we are on the earth,
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    they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
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    grief makes one hour ten.
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    desolate, will I hence and die:
    The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye.
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    patience
    Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts.
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    the more fair and crystal is the sky,
    The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
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    the more fair and crystal is the sky,
    The uglier seem the clouds that in it fly.
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    Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
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    this must my comfort be,
    Sun that warms you here shall shine on me;
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    The purest treasure mortal times afford
    Is spotless reputation: that away,
    Men are but gilded loam or painted clay.
    A jewel in a ten-times-barr'd-up chest
    Is a bold spirit in a loyal breast.
    Mine honour is my life; both grow in one:
    Take honour from me, and my life is done:
    Then, dear my liege, mine honour let me try;
    In that I live and for that will I die.
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