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How Many Times Go We To Comedies, To Masques, To Places Of Great And Noble Resort, Nay Even To Church Only To See The Company.

The Sun Must Not Set Upon Anger, Much Less Will I Let The Sun Set Upon The Anger Of God Towards Me.

And What Is So Intricate, So Entangling As Death? Who Ever Got Out Of A Winding Sheet?

As Peace Is Of All Goodness, So War Is An Emblem, A Hieroglyphic, Of All Misery.

If I Lose At Play, I Blaspheme; If My Fellow Loses, He Blasphemes. So, God Is Always The Loser.