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When Fortune means to men most good, She looks upon them with a threatening eye."
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"Unthread the bold eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith."
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"That smooth-fac'd gentleman, tickling Commodity, Commodity, the bias of the world."
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"To gild refinèd gold, to paint the lily, To throw a perfume on the violet, To smooth the ice, or add another hue Unto the rainbow, or with taper-light To seek the beauteous eye of heaven to garnish, Is wasteful and ridiculous excess."
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For new-made honour doth forget men's names.
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