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His
mansion
and
his
titles
in
a
place
From
whence
himself
does
fly
?
He
loves
us
not
;
He
wants
the
natural
touch
:
for
the
poor
wren
,
The
most
diminutive
of
birds
,
will
fight
,
Her
young
ones
in
her
nest
,
against
the
owl
.
All
is
the
fear
and
nothing
is
the
love
;
As
little
is
the
wisdom
,
where
the
flight
So
runs
against
all
reason
.
Ross
:
My
dearest
coz
,
I
pray
you
,
school
yourself
:
but
for
your
husband
,
