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Ah then, thy once lov'd Eloisa see! It will be then no crime to gaze on me. See from my cheek the transient roses fly! See the last sparkle languish in my eye! 'Till ev'ry motion, pulPope, Alexander
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears. I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do liShakespeare, William