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Love Is Energy Of Life.

To Me At Least Was Never Evening Yet, But Seemed Far Beautifuller Than Its Day.

Pleasure Must Succeed To Pleasure, Else Past Pleasure Turns To Pain

A Lion May Die Of An Ass's Kick.

We Mortals Cross The Ocean Of This World Each In His Average Cabin Of A Life; The Bests Not Big, The Worst Yields Elbowroom.