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hast but

thy good

spirits,

To feed

and clothe

thee? Why

should the

poor be

flatter'd?

No, let

the

candied

tongue

lick

absurd

pomp, And

crook the

pregnant

hinges of

the knee

Where

thrift may

follow

fawning.

Dost thou

hear?

☆、第16章

Since my

dear soul

was

mistress

of her

choice And

could of

men

distinguish,

her

election

Hath

seal'd

thee for

herself;

for thou

hast been

As one, in

suffering

all, that

suffers

nothing, A

man that