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I cannot but remember such things were,
Poor Jack, farewell ! I could have better spared a better man. Henry IV., Part I. Act v. Sc. 4.
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.
Macbeth, Act iv. Sc. 3.
Frath fengers beary
from sua explids. Leany a hroman sche
suy this song of the thert!
Twas Ever this! such houer that came
Still incremitting, honghin
care for thought
m. Gilmore he