It's from Shakespeare's Macbeth:
My dearest coz,
I pray you, school yourself. But for you husband
He is noble, wise, judicious and best knows
The fits of the season. I dare not speak much further,
But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves. When we hold rumour
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear
But float upon a wild and violent sea,
Each way and move. I take my leave of you.
Things at worst will cease or else climb upward
To what they were before. My pretty cousin,
Blessing upon you.
I also have to figure out the significance.
2007-03-04
12:03:58
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Breanne T
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