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Tir'd with all these, for restful death I cry
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour shamefully misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly—doctor-like—controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I bo gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
-- WS: Sonnet LXVI.
My first account on plime was
Spamtrap, at level 25 I have abandoned that account and started
Skandargraun. About a year later I have abandoned that account too, and started this present account. Now I'm abandoning this account too, and set up my new existence at the account
Delta.
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