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We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.William Shakespeare
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I charge thee, fling away ambition. By that sin fell the angels.William Shakespeare
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Verily, I swear, 'tis better to be lowly born, and range with humble livers in content, than to be perk'd up in a glistering grief, and wear a golden sorrow.William Shakespeare
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Nor shall this peace sleep with her; but as when The bird of wonder dies, the maiden phoenix, Her ashes new-create another heir As great in admiration as herself.William Shakespeare