Keep you in the rear of your affection, out of the shot and danger of desire. The chariest maid is prodigal enough if she unmask her beauty to the moon. Virtue itself ‘scapes not calumnious strokes. The canker galls the infant of the spring too oft before their buttons be disclosed, and, in he morn and liquid dew of youth, contagious blastments are most imminent. Be wary, then; best safety lies in fear. Youth to itself rebels, though none else near. Hamlet Act 1. Sc. 3 - William Shakespeare Sunday Nov 11 @ 06:47pm

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