The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us. — William Shakespeare
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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vicesMake instruments to plague us.

— William Shakespeare
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