Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, bold I can meet, perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heavens, thy wrath can send, save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe, bold I can meet, perhaps may turn his blow! But of all plagues, good Heavens, thy wrath can send, save, save, oh save me from the candid friend!
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There must be a beginning of any great matter, but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished…
Star of my life, to the stars your face is turned; Would I were the heavens, looking back at you…