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Never Meddle With Play-actors, For They're A Favoured Race.

Can We Ever Have Too Much Of A Good Thing?

The Reason For The Unreason With Which You Treat My Reason , So Weakens My Reason That With Reason I Complain Of Your Beauty.

Too Much Sanity May Be Madness!

The Eating. By A Small Sample We May Judge Of The Whole Piece.