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Love Is A Smoke Made With The Fume Of Sighs.

Was Ever Woman In This Humour Wooed? Was Ever Woman In This Humour Won?

I Cannot But Remember Such Things Were That Were Most Precious To Me.

Desire Of Having Is The Sin Of Covetousness.

No Man Means Evil But The Devil, And We Shall Know Him By His Horns.