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I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

The Doubt Of Future Foes Exiles My Present Joy.

One Man With A Head On His Shoulders Is Worth A Dozen Without.

This Is The Lord's Doing. And It Is Marvelous In Our Eyes.

I Have Seen Many A Man Turn His Gold Into Smoke, But You Are The First Who Has Turned Smoke Into Gold.