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Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell.
— Frailty
Glass antique! 'twixt thee and Nell Frail as flesh is,—so was Nell.
This is the porcelain clay of human kind.
Unthought-of Frailties cheat us in the Wise.
Frailty, thy name is woman!
Sometimes we are devils to ourselves,Presuming on their changeful potency.
Alas! our frailty is the cause, not we;For, such as we are made of, such we be.
