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Why, that is nothing, for I tell you, Father, I am as peremptory as she proud-minded; And where two raging fires meet together, They do consume the thing that feeds their fury. Though little fire grows great with little wiShakespeare, William
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wandeGordon, George Noel (Lord Byron)