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  1. The world 's a theatre, the earth a stage Which God and Nature do with actors fill.
  2. I hold he loves me best that calls me Tom.
  3. Seven cities warred for Homer being dead, Who living had no roofe to shrowd his head. 2
  4. Pack, clouds, away! and welcome, day! With night we banish sorrow. Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft To give my Love good-morrow! Wi…

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