Oh! it offends me to the soul to hear a robust periwig-pated fellow, tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings.
Oh! it offends me to the soul ...
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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.
