Love Thyself Last: Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee

Love Thyself Last: Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee

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Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee;
Corruption wins not more than honesty.
Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace,
To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not:
Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's,
Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell,
Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII
-- Act iii, Sc. 2

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