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Authors:

Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold...'tis so strange,That, though the truth of it stands off as grossAs black and white, my eye will scarcely see it.

William Shakespeare