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I think it a greater theft to Rob the dead of their Praise, then the Living of their Money.
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Preface to Titus Andronicus, or the Rape of Lavinia (1686); quoted in The Shakespere Allusion-Book: A Collection of Allusions to Shakespere from 1591-1700, vol 2, ed. John Munro (1932)

 

Edward Ravenscroft

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