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Monday, May 31, 2021
Do Not Mock Me
William Shakespeare, King Lear 4.6.56-60:
Pray do not mock me:
I am a very foolish, fond old man,
Fourscore and upward, not an hour more nor less;
and, to deal plainly,
I fear I am not in my perfect mind.