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Time, That Takes Survey Of All The World, Must Have A Stop.

So Are You To My Thoughts As Food To Life, Or As Sweet Seasoned Showers Are To The Ground.

Well-apparel'd April On The Heel Of Limping Winter Treads.

Where Is Your Ancient Courage? You Were Used To Say Extremities Was The Trier Of Spirits; That Common Chances Common Men Could Bear; That When The Sea Was Calm All Boats Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.