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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.

There Is An Italian Proverb Which Saith, From My Enemy Let Me Defend Myself; But From A Pretensed Friend Lord Deliver Me

Men Fight Wars. Women Win Them.

Life Is For Living And Working At. If You Find Anything Or Anybody A Bore, The Fault Is In Yourself.

They Best Pass Over The World Who Trip Over It Quickly; For It Is But A Bog. If We Stop, We Sink.