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A fool is he that comes to preach or prate, When men with swords their right and wrong debate.

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O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
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Frame Hire Humble Service Win Woman
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.
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Fortune Rare Togetherness
Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
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Heart Love Relationship Touch Yourself
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
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Craft Death Heart Smile Women
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
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God Name Poet
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
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Cold Flower Forever
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
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Shake Terror
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
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Love Time Wasted Time
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
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Known Love Missing Pieces Soul
O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.
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Happiness Milk Stream Tree
Horror itself in that fair scene looks gay, And joy springs up e’en in the midst of fear.
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Fear Horror Joy Spring
Perhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
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Enjoyment Happiness Love Service Time
The day of fortune is like a harvest day, We must be busy when the corn is ripe.
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Corn Day Fortune Harvest
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
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Friendship Sympathy Trouble
Lost is the time that you don’t spend for love.
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Lost Love Time Yourself
Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
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Courage Grave Man Word

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