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Love, One Time, Layeth Burdens; Another Time, Giveth Wings.

Who Doth Desire That Chaste His Wife Should Be, First Be He True, For Truth Doth Truth Deserve.

There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

It Is No Less Vain To Wish Death Than It Is Cowardly To Fear It.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.