Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcom — William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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Your face, my thane, is as a book where menMay read strange matters. To beguile the time,Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye,Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under't.

— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
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