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My lord, I have remembrances of yours, That I have longed long to re-deliver; I pray you, now receive them.
No, not I; I never gave you aught.
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did; And, with them, words of so sweet breath composed. As made the things more rich: their perfume lost, Take these again; for to the noble mind. Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind. There, my lord.
Ha, ha! are you honest?
Are you fair?
What means your lordship?
That if you be honest and fair, your honesty should, admit no discourse to your beauty.
Could beauty, my lord, have better commerce than, with honesty?
Only you can make yourself happy.– Marcus Hormann
Some times we have to take a step back, so we can make our way forward again.– Charlie Venn