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 would prefer us not to bother about how he looked, but to think of him as one who

“Held Time’s fickle glass his fickle hour”

and then was put back into the earth with the kings and tinkers who made such a pageant in his brain. For the rest, he would say, with Shakespeare,

“My spirit is thine, the better part of me.”