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Friday, August 04, 2006

We Owe God a Death

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once: we owe God a death: I'll ne'er bear a base mind: an't be my destiny, so; an't be not, so: no man is too good to serve's prince; and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.

- William Shakespeare

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posted by Rose at 12:03 AM

1 Comments:

Blogger suraj sharma said...

@rose:
Nice, and i don't know squat about shakespeare!

8:48 AM  

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