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And He That Doth The Ravens Feed, Yea, Providently Caters For The Sparrow, Be Comfort To My Age!
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And He that doth the ravens feed,
Yea, providently caters for the sparrow,
Be comfort to my age!
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), As You Like It
-- Act ii, Sc. 3
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