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"And thus I clothe my naked villany,

And seem a saint when most I play the devil."



"Let tyrants scorn, while tyrants dare,

The shrieks and writhings of despair;

The end will come, it will not wait,

Bonds, yokes, and scourges have their date;

Slavery itself must pass away,

And be a tale of yesterday."