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Let every man be master of his time
Till seven at night.
— Macbeth, Act III Scene 1
KEYWORD: wrought
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Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
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France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
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The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
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