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Our doubts are traitors,
And make us lose the good we oft might win
By fearing to attempt.
— Measure for Measure, Act I Scene 4
KEYWORD: profane
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What profane wretch art thou? |
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Thus do I ever make my fool my purse:
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O most lame and impotent conclusion! Do not learn
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