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To Thine own self be true
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By:
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aps45819
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Mood:
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Other
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Date:
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Jan 10, 2007
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Music:
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None
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Yet
here,
Laertes!
Aboard,
aboard
for
shame!
The
wind
sits
in
the
shoulder
of
your
sail,
And
you
are
stay'd
for.
There
...
my
blessing
with
thee!
And
these
few
precepts
in
thy
memory
Look
thou
character.
Give
thy
thoughts
no
tongue,
Nor
any
unproportion'd
thought
his
act.
Be
thou
familiar,
but
by
no
means
vulgar.
Those
friends
thou
hast,
and
their
adoption
tried,
Grapple
them
to
thy
soul
with
hoops
of
steel;
But
do
not
dull
thy
palm
with
entertainment
Of
each
new-hatch'd,
unfledg'd
comrade.
Beware
Of
entrance
to
a
quarrel
but,
being
in,
Bear't
that
th'
opposed
may
beware
of
thee.
Give
every
man
thy
ear,
but
few
thy
voice;
Take
each
man's
censure,
but
reserve
thy
judgement.
Costly
thy
habit
as
thy
purse
can
buy,
But
not
express'd
in
fancy;
rich,
not
gaudy;
For
the
apparel
oft
proclaims
the
man;
And
they
in
France
of
the
best
rank
and
station
Are
of
a
most
select
and
generous
chief
in
that.
Neither
a
borrower,
nor
a
lender
be;
For
loan
oft
loses
both
itself
and
friend,
And
borrowing
dulls
the
edge
of
husbandry.
This
above
all:
to
thine
own
self
be
true,
And
it
must
follow,
as
the
night
the
day,
Thou
canst
not
then
be
false
to
any
man.
Farewell;
my
blessing
season
this
in
thee!
--
William
Shakespeare
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