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The last of all men who stand alone in the [...]
The last of all men who stand alone in the [...]
A poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon [...]
Choking him and making him carry me and yet assure [...]
Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, [...]
When very anger, swear. Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar.
The last of all men who stand alone in the [...]
Resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in [...]
The instruments of darkness tell us truths; win us with [...]
Said Jesting Pilate; and would not stay for an answer. [...]