How strange or odd some'er I bear myself,
As I perchance hereafter shall think meet
To put an antic disposition on.
How strange or odd some'er I ...
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He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
All the world is a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and entrances; Each man in his time plays many parts.
How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world.
