Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I 'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there.
SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act i., Sc. 5
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But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison house, I could a tale unfold, whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul.
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