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Alas! 'tis true I have gone here and there,
And made myself a motley to the view.
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Thus have I had thee, as a dream doth flatter,
In sleep a king, but, waking, no such matter.
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And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill.
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Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
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Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed,
When not to be receives reproach of being.
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