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Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
He who fears his servants is less than a servant.
He who fears his servants is less than a servant.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
Turning these jests out of service, let us talk in good earnest.
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
O, what may man within him hide,
Though angel on the outward side!
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last read more
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
Ah, happy years, once more who would not be a boy!
He that burnes most shines most.
He that burnes most shines most.
The heart of kings is unsearchable.
The heart of kings is unsearchable.
