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If I Do Prove Her Haggard, Though That Her Jesses Were My Dear Heart-strings, I 'ld Whistle Her Off And Let Her Down The Wind, To Prey At Fortune.
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If I do prove her haggard,
Though that her jesses were my dear heart-strings,
I 'ld whistle her off and let her down the wind,
To prey at fortune.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Othello
-- Act iii, Sc. 3
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