Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,Nor to one place; nor…
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My wind cooling my brothWould blow me to an ague, when I thoughtWhat harm a wind too great at sea…
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Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth,The better part of my affections wouldBe with my hopes abroad. I should…
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In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:It wearies me; you say it wearies you;But how I caught…
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Your mind is tossing on the ocean;There, where your argosies with portly sail,Like signiors and rich burghers on the flood,Or,…
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