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1 " Oh, dry the glistening tear that dues that marshal cheekThy loving childern here in them thy comfort seek With sympathetic care their arms around the creep, For oh they can not bear to see their father weep "
― W.S. Gilbert , The Pirates of Penzance
2 " We yield at once with humbled mien,Because, with all our faults, we love our Queen. "
