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O Tiger's Heart Wrapped In A Woman's Hide!

In Me Thou See'st The Twilight Of Such Day As After Sunset Fadeth In The West, Which By And By Black Night Doth Take Away Death's Second Self, That Seals Up All In Rest. -sonnet 73

It Is That Fery Person For All The Orld, As Just As You Will Desire; And Seven Hundred Pounds Of Moneys, And Gold, And Silver, Is Her Grandsire Upon His Death's-bed-got Deliver To A Joyful Resurrections!

I Have Nothing Of Woman In Me; Now From Head To Foot I Am Marble-constant.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.