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Translation
NOTE: The title doesn't mean I translated this from another source.
"Archaic desires wander, jumping high,
Rubbing wont's bondage;
Again from its wintry slumber so nigh,
Rouses the wild breed of age."
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Costard. “O, they have lived long on the alms-basket of words. I marvel thy master hath not eaten thee for a word; for thou art not so long by the head as honorificabilitudinitatibus: thou art easier swallowed than a flap-dragon.”
( Love’s Labour’s Lost V.i)
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