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A Fluent Tongue Is The Only Thing A Mother Don't Like Her Daughter To Resemble Her In.

When Delicate And Feeling Souls Are Separated, There Is Not A Feature In The Sky, Not A Movement Of The Elements, Not An Aspiration Of The Breeze, But Hints Some Cause For A Lover's Apprehension.

When Of A Gossiping Circle It Was Asked, "what Are They Doing?" The Answer Was, "swapping Lies.

I Had Rather Follow You To Your Grave Than See You Owe Your Life To Any But A Regular-bred Physician.

To Smile At The Jest Which Plants A Thorn In Another's Breast Is To Become A Principal In The Mischief.