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1 " O that we had, to make our woes more public,Seas in our eyes, and brazen tongues by nature,A yelling voice, and hearts composed of sorrow,Breath made of flames, wits knowing naught but damage,Our sports murd'ring ourselves, our musics wailing,Our studies fixed upon the falls of fortune. "
― Philip Sidney , The Old Arcadia
