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“Will you come with me, sweet Reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.”

“(H)ope, be it never so faint, bringeth a gleam into darkness, like a little rus…”

“You who so plod amid serious things that you feel it shame to give yourself up …”

“An I must drink sour ale, I must, but never have I yielded to a man before, and…”