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LK: " Be my kin free fro varnal sin, Bridle the thoughts of thy Master."R: " There hath past away a glore fro the Earth;A glore that in the hearts and minds of men, Men dement éd - blindfold éd by light, Hourisheth as weed in their well-groom'd garths."" Might I too was blindfold éd ere, Tho' years have master'd me A masque of this lo fashion:Sëer blest, thou best philosopher!"LK: " The quality of mercy and absolution, Whence cometh such qualities? Build thyself a mirror in which Solely wanton images of thy desrie appear!"R: "' Tis the Divine Comedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: We hold the Earth fro Heaven away."LK: "' Tis the Divine Tragedy - The fool and the mocking court: Fool, kneel now, and ring thy bells!: Make us guffaw at thy futile follies, Yet for our blunders - Oh, in shame; Earth beareth no balm for mistakes - We hold the Earth fro Hell away."R: " Believe? In a deily long dead? -I would rather be a pagan suckl éd in creeds outworn; Whith fa ärtytales fill'd up in head; Thoughts of the Book stillborn."LK: " Shadow of annoyance - Ne'er come hither!.. And when He falleth, He falleth like Lucifer, Ne'er to ascend again..."
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