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Therefore Was I Created With A Stubborn Outside, With An Aspect Of Iron, That When I Come To Woo Ladies, I Fright Them. But, In Faith, Kate, The Elder I Wax, The Better I Shall Appear. My Comfort Is That Old Age, That Ill Layer-up Of Beauty, Can Do No More Spoil Upon My Face. Thou Hast Me, If Thou Hast Me, At The Worst, And Thou Shalt Wear Me, If Thou Wear Me, Better And Better.

How Easy It Is For The Proper-false In Woman's Waxen Hearts To Set Their Forms!

Then Imitate The Action Of The Tiger; Stiffen The Sinews, Summon Up The Blood.

Gold Were As Good As Twenty Orators.

I Came, Saw, And Overcame.