Peace my hearts blab, be ever dumb,
Sorrowes speak loud without a tongue:
And my perplexed thoughts forbear
To breath your selves in any ear:
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f silence be a kind of death, He kindles grief who gives it breath; - - - Sounds rather Shakesperian