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So loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven, Visit her face' too roughly.
— William Shakespeare
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Do not, as some ungracious pastors do, Show me the steep and thorny way to heaven; Whilst, like a puff'd and reckless libertine, Himself the primrose path of dalliance treads And recks not his own read.
— William Shakespeare
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