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Love's Not Love When It Is Mingled With Regards That Stand Aloof From Th' Entire Point.

I'll Look To Like; If Looking, Liking Move.

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

Hamlet [...] We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots. Your Fat King And Your Lean Beggar Is But Variable Service, Two Dishes, But To One Table; That's The End. Claudius Alas, Alas. Hamlet A Man May Fish With The Worm That Hath Eat Of A King, And Eat Of The Fish That Hath Fed Of That Worm. Claudius What Dost Thou Mean By This? Hamlet Nothing But To Show You How A King May Go A Progress Through The Guts Of A Beggar.

Foul Fiend Of France And Hag Of All Despite, Encompassed With Thy Lustful Paramours, Becomes It Thee To Taunt His Valiant Age And Twit With Cowardice A Man Half Dead?

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

Cause And Effect

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

Important Hamlet

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Romeo And Juliet Love

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose, And On Old Hiems' Thin And Icy Crown An Odorous Chaplet Of Sweet Summer Buds Is, As In Mockery, Set. The Spring, The Summer, The Childing Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries, And The Mazed World, By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.

There's Place And Means For Every Man Alive.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World With Vilest Worms To Dwell: Nay, If You Read This Line, Remember Not The Hand That Writ It, For I Love You So, That I In Your Sweet Thoughts Would Be Forgot, If Thinking On Me Then Should Make You Woe. O! If, I Say, You Look Upon This Verse When I Perhaps Compounded Am With Clay, Do Not So Much As My Poor Name Rehearse; But Let Your Love Even With My Life Decay; Lest The Wise World Should Look Into Your Moan, And Mock You With Me After I Am Gone.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

O God, I Could Be Bound In A Nutshell, And Count Myself A King Of Infinite Space – Were It Not That I Have Bad Dreams.

Preferred Three Hours Quicker Over One Moment Late.

All Offences Come From The Heart.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

Like Madness, Is The Glory Of This Life.

Let Us Sit And Mock The Good Housewife Fortune From Her Wheel, That Her Gifts May Henceforth Be Bestowed Equally, I Would We Could Do So For Her Benefits Are Mightily Misplaced And The Bountiful Blind Girl Doth Most Mistake In Her Gifts To Women. 'tis True For Those That She Makes Fair She Scarce Makes Honest And Those That She Makes Honest She Makes Very Ill-favouredly. Nay, Now Thou Goest From Fortunes Office To Natures. Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World, Not In The Lineaments Of Nature.

You Speak Like A Green Girl / Unsifted In Such Perilous Circumstances.

Hamlet And Ophelia

Abandon All Remorse; On Horror's Head Horrors Accumulate.

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

To Set A Gloss On Faint Deeds, Hollow Welcomes, Recanting Goodness, Sorry Ere 'tis Shown; But Where There Is True Friendship, There Needs None.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

Thanks, Sir; All The Rest Is Mute.

O Powerful Love, That In Some Respects Makes A Beast A Man, In Some Other, A Man A Beast.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

Hamlet And Ophelia

Hear The Meaning Within The Word.

Dealing With People

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Fairest Cordelia, That Art Most Rich, Being Poor; Most Choice, Forsaken; And Most Loved, Despised! Thee And Thy Virtues Here I Seize Upon: Be It Lawful I Take Up What's Cast Away. Gods, Gods! 'tis Strange That From Their Cold'st Neglect My Love Should Kindle To Inflamed Respect. Thy Dowerless Daughter, King, Thrown To My Chance, Is Queen Of Us, Of Ours, And Our Fair France: Not All The Dukes Of Waterish Burgundy Can Buy This Unprized Precious Maid Of Me. Bid Them Farewell, Cordelia, Though Unkind: Thou Losest Here, A Better Where To Find.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

Let Fame, That All Hunt After In Their Lives, Live Regist'red Upon Our Brazen Tombs And Then Grace Us In The Disgrace Of Death; When, Spite Of Cormorant Devouring Time, Th' Endeavor Of This Present Breath May Buy That Honor Which Shall Bate His Scythe's Keen Edge And Make Us Heirs Of All Eternity.

For In My Youth I Never Did Apply Hot And Rebellious Liquors In My Blood.

There Is A History In All Men's Lives.

Value Dwells Not In Particular Will; It Holds His Estimate And Dignity As Well Wherein 'tis Precious Of Itself As In The Prizer.

Brave New World Character

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.

'tis Thought The King Is Dead; We Will Not Stay. The Bay Trees In Our Country Are All Wither'd.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

The Tempter Or The Tempted, Who Sins Most?

Measure For Measure

But Shall We Wear These Glories For A Day? Or Shall They Last, And We Rejoice In Them?

I Dote On His Very Absence.

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

So, You Are Very Welcome To Our House. It Must Appear In Other Ways Than Words, Therefore, I Scant This Breathing Courtesy.

Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty. Still In Thy Right Hand Carry Gentle Peace, To Silence Envious Tongues.

But Thought's The Slave Of Life, And Life Time's Fool.

Suspicion Shall Be All Stuck Full Of Eyes.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends, To Reap The Harvest Of Perpetual Peace By This One Bloody Trial Of Sharp War.

Promising Is The Very Air O' Th' Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation. Performance Is Ever Duller For His Act; And, But In The Plainer And Simpler Kind Of People, The Deed Of Saying Is Quite Out Of Use. To Promise Is Most Courtly And Fashionable; Performance Is A Kind Of Will Or Testament Which Argues A Great Sickness In His Judgment That Makes It.

I Desire You In Friendship, And I Will One Way Or Other Make You Amends.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.

See, What A Ready Tongue Suspicion Hath! He That But Fears The Thing He Would Not Know, Hath, By Instinct, Knowledge From Others' Eyes, That What He Feared Is Chanced.

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

Extremity Is The Trier Of Spirits.

Put On The Dauntless Spirit Of Resolution.

I Count Myself In Nothing Else So Happy As In A Soul Remembering My Good Friends

Give Me My Sin Again.

What We Determine We Often Break. Purpose Is But The Slave To Memory.

Gratiano Speaks An Infinite Deal Of Nothing, More Than Any Man In All Venice. His Reasons Are As Two Grains Of Wheat Hid In Two Bushels Of Chaff: You Shall Seek All Day Ere You Find Them, And When You Have Them, They Are Not Worth The Search.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

The Stroke Of Death Is As A Lover's Pinch, Which Hurts And Is Desired.

Celebrity Is Never More Admired Than By The Negligent.

Think You A Little Din Can Daunt Mine Ears? Have I Not In My Time Heard Lions Roar? Have I Not Heard The Sea, Puffed Up With Winds, Rage Like An Angry Boar Chafed With Sweat? Have I Not Heard Great Ordinance In The Field, And Heaven's Artillery Thunder In The Skies? Have I Not In A Pitched Battle Heard Loud 'larums, Neighing Steeds, And Trumpets' Clang? And Do You Tell Me Of A Woman's Tongue, That Gives Not Half So Great A Blow To Hear As Will A Chestnut In A Farmer's Fire? Tush! Tush! Fear Boys With Bugs. Grumio: For He Fears None.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

Men Shut Their Doors Against A Setting Sun.

[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

Mercutio: "if Love Be Rough With You, Be Rough With Love.

Romeo And Juliet Love

Hold, Or Cut Bowstrings.

O Wonderful, Wonderful, And Most Wonderful Wonderful! And Yet Again Wonderful, And After That, Out Of All Hooping.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

We Are Time's Subjects, And Time Bids Be Gone.

Time Management

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

What's Hecuba To Him, Or He To Hecuba, That He Should Weep For Her?

Hamlet And Ophelia

I Am Ill At These Numbers.

Rosencrantz My Lord, You Must Tell Us Where The Body Is, And Go With Us To The King. Hamlet The Body Is With The King, But The King Is Not With The Body. The King Is A Thing - Guildenstern A Thing My Lord? Hamlet Of Nothing. Bring Me To Him. Hide Fox, And All After!

It Provokes The Desire But It Takes Away The Performance. Therefore Much Drink May Be Said To Be An Equivocator With Lechery: It Makes Him And It Mars Him; It Sets Him On And It Takes Him Off.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

Ideas Are The Very Coinage Of Your Brain.

Haste Is Needful In A Desperate Case.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends.

Romeo And Juliet Love

I Have Seen Roses Damask'd, Red And White, But No Such Roses See I In Her Cheeks.

But Yet I'll Make Assurance Double Sure, And Take A Bond Of Fate: Thou Shalt Not Live.

I See A Man's Life Is A Tedious One.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Macbeth: How Does Your Patient, Doctor? Doctor: Not So Sick, My Lord, As She Is Troubled With Thick-coming Fancies That Keep Her From Rest. Macbeth: Cure Her Of That! Canst Thou Not Minister To A Mind Diseased, Pluck From The Memory A Rooted Sorrow, Raze Out The Written Troubles Of The Brain, And With Some Sweet Oblivious Antidote Cleanse The Stuffed Bosom Of That Perilous Stuff Which Weighs Upon Her Heart. Doctor: Therein The Patient Must Minister To Himself.

It Easeth Some, Though None It Ever Cured, To Think Their Dolour Others Have Endured.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

Teach Not Thy Lip Such Scorn, For It Was Made For Kissing, Lady, Not For Such Contempt.

I Were Better To Be Eaten To Death With A Rust Than To Be Scoured To Nothing With Perpetual Motion.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

Self Improvement

As Honour, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends, / I Must Not Look To Have; But, In Their Stead, / Curses, Not Loud But Deep, Mouth-honour, Breath, / Which The Poor Heart Would Fain Deny, And Dare Not" (5.3.25-28).

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Show Me A Mistress That Is Passing Fair, What Doth Her Beauty Serve But As A Note Where I May Read Who Pass'd That Passing Fair?

Drink Down All Unkindness.

I Have Lived Long Enough. My Way Of Life Is To Fall Into The Sere, The Yellow Leaf, And That Which Should Accompany Old Age, As Honor, Love, Obedience, Troops Of Friends I Must Not Look To Have.

Suit The Action To The Word : The Word To The Action : With This Special Observance That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature.

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

This Look Of Thine Will Hurl My Soul From Heaven.

A Rotten Case Abides No Handling.

Blest Are Those Whose Blood And Judgment Are So Well Commingled, That They Are Not A Pipe For Fortune's Finger To Sound What Stop She Please.

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

Time Management

O Sleep! O Gentle Sleep! Nature's Soft Nurse, How Have I Frighted Thee, That Thou No More Wilt Weigh My Eyelids Down And Steep My Senses In Forgetfulness? Why Rather, Sleep, Liest Thou In Smoky Cribs, Upon Uneasy Pallets Stretching Thee, And Hush'd With Buzzing Night-flies To Thy Slumber, Than In The Perfum'd Chambers Of The Great, Under The Canopies Of Costly State, And Lull'd With Sound Of Sweetest Melody?

Sweet Beatrice, Wouldst Thou Come When I Called Thee? Beatrice Yea, Signior, And Depart When You Bid Me. Benedick O, Stay But Till Then! Beatrice 'then' Is Spoken; Fare You Well Now... (much Ado About Nothing)

To Some Kind Of Men Their Graces Serve Them But As Enemies.

Life Is As Tedious As Twice-told Tale, Vexing The Dull Ear Of A Drowsy Man.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

I Care Not, A Man Can Die But Once; We Owe God And Death.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

Grief Hath Two Tongues; And Never Woman Yet Could Rule Them Both Without Ten Women's Wit.

Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

Inspirational Christmas

Love, Whose Month Is Ever May, Spied A Blossom Passing Fair, Playing In The Wanton Air: Through The Velvet Leaves The Wind, All Unseen Can Passage Find; That The Lover, Sick To Death, Wish'd Himself The Heaven's Breath.

God's Will! My Liege, Would You And I Alone, Without More Help, Could Fight This Royal Battle!

O Gentlemen, The Time Of Life Is Short! To Spend That Shortness Basely Were Too Long, If Life Did Ride Upon A Dial's Point, Still Ending At The Arrival Of An Hour.

We, Ignorant Of Ourselves, Beg Often Our Own Harms, Which The Wise Powers Deny Us For Our Good; So Find We Profit By Losing Of Our Prayers.

For What I Will, I Will, And There An End.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

Lovers Can Do Their Amorous Rites By Their Own Beauties

Romantic Romeo And Juliet

Be Collected. No More Amazement. Tell Your Piteous Heart There's No Harm Done.

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

To Think But Nobly Of My Grandmother: Good Wombs Have Borne Bad Sons.

Farewell, A Long Farewell To All My Greatness! This Is The State Of Man: Today He Puts Forth The Tender Leaves Of Hope, Tomorrow Blossoms, And Bears His Blushing Honours Thick Upon Him: The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost, And - When He Thinks, Good Easy Man, Full Surely His Greatness Is A-ripening - Nips His Root, And Then He Falls, As I Do.

Nor Stony Tower, Nor Walls Of Beaten Brass, Nor Airless Dungeon, Nor Strong Links Of Iron, Can Be Retentive To The Strength Of Spirit; But Life, Being Weary Of These Worldly Bars, Never Lacks Power To Dismiss Itself.

But Jealous Souls Will Not Be Answered So, They Are Not Ever Jealous For The Cause, But Jealous For They're Jealous. 'tis A Monster Begot Upon Itself, Born On Itself.

What Power Is It Which Mounts My Love So High, That Makes Me See, And Cannot Feed Mine Eye

Every Cloud Engenders Not A Storm.

If [god] Send Me No Husband, For The Which Blessing I Am At Him Upon My Knees Every Morning And Evening.

To Be Slow In Words Is A Woman's Only Virtue.

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

Demetrius: Villain, What Hast Thou Done? Aaron: That Which Thou Canst Not Undo. Chiron: Thou Hast Undone Our Mother. Aaron: Villain, I Have Done Thy Mother.

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake

Ambition's Debt Is Paid.

Why, All Delights Are Vain; But That Most Vain, Which, With Pain Purchas'd, Doth Inherit Pain.

Hide Not Thy Poison With Such Sugar'd Words

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

Every Good Servant Does Not All Commands.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

She Told Her, While She Kept It, 'twould Make Her Amiable And Subdue My Father Entirely To Her Love, But If She Lost It Or Made A Gift Of It, My Father's Eye Should Hold Her Loathed And His Spirits Should Hunt After New Fancies.

Ready To Go But Never To Return.

There Are More Things In Heaven And Earth, Horatio, Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy.

Tis An Ill Cook That Cannot Lick His Own Fingers.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

Deeds And Words

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

I'll Be Supposed Upon A Book, His Face Is The Worst Thing About Him.

Measure For Measure

The World Is Not Thy Friend, Nor The World's Law. - Romeo

Let Me Twine Mine Arms About That Body, Where Against My Grained Ash An Hundred Times Hath Broke And Scarr'd The Moon With Splinters: Here I Clip The Anvil Of My Sword, And Do Contest As Hotly And As Nobly With Thy Love As Ever In Ambitious Strength I Did Contend Against Thy Valour. Know Thou First, I Loved The Maid I Married; Never Man Sigh'd Truer Breath; But That I See Thee Here, Thou Noble Thing! More Dances My Rapt Heart Than When I First My Wedded Mistress Saw Bestride My Threshold.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.

Wasting My Time

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian Or An Ordinary Man Has; But I Am A Great Eater Of Beef, And I Believe That Does Harm To My Wit.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

What Man Dare, I Dare. Approach Thou Like The Rugged Russian Bear, The Armed Rhinoceros, Or Th' Hyrcan Tiger; Take Any Shape But That, And My Firm Nerves Shall Never Tremble.

The Lady Doth Protest Too Much, Methinks.

An Earnest Conjuration From The King, As England Was His Faithful Tributary, As Love Between Them Like The Palm Might Flourish, As Peace Should Still Her Wheaten Garland Wear And Stand A Comma 'tween Their Amities, And Many Such-like As's Of Great Charge, That, On The View And Knowing Of These Contents, Without Debatement Further, More Or Less, He Should The Bearers Put To Sudden Death, Not Shriving Time Allow'd.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

Mercy Is Not Itself, That Oft Looks So; Pardon Is Still The Nurse Of Second Woe.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

Is This A Vision? Is This A Dream? Do I Sleep?

Thou Hast Not Half That Power To Do Me Harm As I Have To Be Hurt.

A Pair Of Star-crossed Lovers.

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.

Never; He Will Not: Age Cannot Wither Her, Nor Custom Stale Her Infinite Variety: Other Women Cloy The Appetites They Feed: But She Makes Hungry Where Most She Satisfies.

Alas, How Love Can Trifle With Itself!

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

A Ministering Angel Shall My Sister Be.

O World, How Apt The Poor Are To Be Proud!

Tell Me Where Is Fancy Bred, Or In The Heart, Or In The Head?

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

These Cardinals Trifle With Me; I Abhor; This Dilatory Sloth And Tricks Of Rome.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Hear Me Profess Sincerely: Had I A Dozen Sons, Each In My Love Alike, And None Less Dear Than Thine And My Good Marcius, I Had Rather Have Eleven Die Nobly For Their Country Than One Voluptuously Surfeit Out Of Action.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

All Places That The Eye Of Heaven Visits Are To A Wise Man Ports And Happy Havens. Teach Thy Necessity To Reason Thus; There Is No Virtue Like Necessity.

Could Beauty, My Lord, Have Better Commerce Than With Honesty?

For To Be Wise And Love Exceeds Man's Might.

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