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Section 285
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1Mor.
2O hell! what haue we here, a carrion death,
3Within whose emptie eye there is a written scroule;
4Ile reade the writing.
5All that glisters is not gold,
6Often haue you heard that told;
7Many a man his life hath sold
8But my outside to behold;