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I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.
Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

Poor Jack, farewell ! I could have better spared a better man. Henry IV., Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.

SHAKESPEARE

Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak So may he rest : his faults lie gently on him ! Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

Henry VIII., Activ. Sc. 2.

SHAKESPEARE.

Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.

SHAKESPEARE.

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