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Ok, it seems to be working now. Here’s some Shakespearean prose that I came up with whilst reading the Scottish Play.

“One who, perhaps, in craven fear of his own kind, would turn to prayer,and whisper his entreaties soft and low, or emit such whimpering mews as would seek to drive men marrowless to the ground…”

“Or wearing such a visage as would ill befit a child scarce half his age…”

Can’t the english language be fun?

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