| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Though you pray Argus, with his hundred eyes, To be my body-guard and do his best, Faith, he sha'n't hold me, save I am modest; I could delude him easily- trust me! 'You said, also, that there are three things- three- The which things are a trouble on this earth, And that no man may ever endure the fourth: O dear Sir Rogue, may Christ cut short your life!
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