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But manly set the world on sixe and sevene And, if thou deye a martir, go to hevene.

Geoffrey Chaucer

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Geoffrey Chaucer
Died: 1400
Died: October 25
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And so it is in politics, dear brother, Each for himself alone, there is no other.
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Murder will out, this my conclusion.
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