Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you be to yourself As you would to your friend. (William Shakespeare)

Stay, my lord, And let your reason with your choler question What 'tis you go about to climb steep hills Requires slow pace at first anger is like A full-hot horse, who being allow'd his way, Self-mettle tires him. Not a man in England Can advise me like you be to yourself As you would to your friend.

William Shakespeare

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