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Good wits will jump.
Good Jump
Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.
Jealous Make
The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a different path each goes astray.
Different Way Forest
What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?
Bring Devil
And as they pass, turn back and laugh at me.
Back Turn Me
Men's fame is like their hair, which grows after they are dead, and with just as little use to them.
After Their Grows
