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Rh And not a worshipper within the church

But must have smiled to see the marbled fraud?

Surely this touches you? But if by chance

My reasoning still leaves you obdurate,

I'll lay one final plea. I pray you look

On my presentment, as it reaches you.

My features shall be sponsors for my fame;

My brow shall speak when Shakespeare's voice is dumb,

And be his warrant in an age to come.