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The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our Mind. What Error Leads Must Err.

My Conscience Hath A Thousand Several Tongues, And Every Tongue Brings In A Several Tale, And Every Tale Condemns Me For A Villain. Perjury, Perjury, In The High'st Degree; Murder, Stern Murder In The Dir'st Degree, Throng To The Bar, Crying All, 'guilty!, Guilty!

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

As Chaste As Is The Bud Ere It Be Blown.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.