For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind.
For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind.
It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Matched with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race.
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair.
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