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What Is The City But The People?

You Cannot Make Gross Sins Look Clear: To Revenge Is No Valour, But To Bear.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Give Thy Thoughts No Tongue, Nor Any Unproportioned Thought His Act. Be Thou Familiar But By No Means Vulgar.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.