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If you can look into the seeds of time And say which grain will grow and which will not, Speak, then, to me, who neither beg nor fear Your favors nor your hate. William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Things past recovery Are hardly cur'd with exclamations. Be silent, daughter; sufferance breeds ease, And time may yield us an occasion, Which on the sudden cannot serve the turn. Christopher Marlowe, The Jew of Malta
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