If on thoughts of death we are fed,Thus, a coffin, became my bed.
So oft it chances in particular menThat for some vicious mole of nature inthem__s in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,Since nature cannot choose his origin),By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,Oft breaking down the pales and forts ofreason,Or by some habit that too much o'erleavensThe form of plausive manners__hat thesemen,Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,Being nature__ livery or fortune__ star,Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,As infinite as man may undergo)Shall in the general censure take corruptionFrom that particular fault. The dram of evilDoth all the noble substance of a doubtTo his own scandal.
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So oft it chances in particular menThat for some vicious mole of nature inthem__s in their birth (wherein they are not guilty,Since nature cannot choose his origin),By the o'ergrowth of some complexion,Oft breaking down the pales and forts ofreason,Or by some habit that too much o'erleavensThe form of plausive manners__hat thesemen,Carrying, I say, the stamp of one defect,Being nature__ livery or fortune__ star,Their virtues else (be they as pure as grace,As infinite as man may undergo)Shall in the general censure take corruptionFrom that particular fault. The dram of evilDoth all the noble substance of a doubtTo his own scandal.
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