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Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.

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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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Animal Bird Death Delight Myself Women
There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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Foolish Laugh One Liner
I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
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Civil Culture Greatness Imagination Misfortune People Power Religious Ruler
Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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Back Condition Constant Faults Help Hope Motivational One Liner Time Wallet
My mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
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Love Low Mindset Stop Women Wreck Yourself
I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.
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Agony Emotion Feeling Hate Known Love Myself Tear
To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Book Little Myself One Liner
But you shall not escape my iambics.
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Escape Yourself
I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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Agony Feeling Hate Love Myself
I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Hate Love Myself
Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Destruction Water Wine Yourself
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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Angry Favor God Right Wild Wrong
The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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Fond Promise Stream Vow Woman
So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Chaste Herself Lost Maid Sex Women
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns. [Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
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Darkness Path Return Travel
I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Access Clean Love Myself Sing Writing Youth

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