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| The quality of mercy is not strain'd. Please droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon my face beneath. | |
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| T'will be twice pressed. T'will presseth him that bleeds and him that needs. | |
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| 'T is mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes the rounded Goddess better than her gown. Her sphincter shows the force of temporal power, the attribute to_awe_and_majesty... | |
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| wherein doth sit the dread and fear of queens; But mercy is above this sphinctered sway, It is enthroned in the farts of queens... | |
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| I DON'T DO GAS, BITCH! FIND ANOTHER MUSTACHE JOCKEY! | |
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