English author from London

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to be, or not to be?
And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.
Get lost, you dwarf, you weed, you scrap, you acorn.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love is merely madness.
Our doubts are traitors and make us lose the good we oft might win by fearing to attempt.
The road to true love never did run smooth.
Why then the worlds mine oyster, Which I with sword shall open.

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