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When we ara born,, we cry, that we are come
To this great of fools. 126
Act v. Sce. iii.
The gods are just, and of our
Instruments to us. 127
Her voice was ever soft,
Gentle, -and low ? an excellent thing in. woman. 128
The weight of this sad we must obey;
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say.
The oldest hath borne most; we, that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long, . 129
RICHARD II II Act. i. Sce. i.
The purest treasure mortal afford
Is spotless reputation; that away,
Men are but gilded loam or clay. 130
Sce. ii.
That which in mean men we entitle patience
Is pale cold cowardice in noble breasts: 131
