"Leave her to Heaven And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her." Hamlet
"For she is wise, if I can judge of her; And fair she is, if that mine eyes be true; And true she is, as she has proved herself; And therefore like herself, wise, fair, and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul." Merchant of Venice.
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