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Careless she is with artful care,Affecting to seem unaffected.
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Invention flags, his brain goes muddy,And black despair succeeds brown study.
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Defer not till tomorrow to be wise,Tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.
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Hannibal was a very pretty fellow in those days.
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I find we are growing serious, and then we are in great danger of being dull.
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If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
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Eternity was in that moment.
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Men are apt to offend ('tis true) where they find most goodness to forgive.
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It is the business of a comic poet to paint the vices and follies of human kind.
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Retired to their tea and scandal, according to their ancient custom.
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Though marriage makes man and wife one flesh, it leaves 'em still two fools.
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Thou liar of the first magnitude.
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Ferdinand Mendez Pinto was but a type of thee, thou liar of the first magnitude.
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I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.
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O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
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I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.
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Women are like tricks by sleight of hand,Which, to admire, we should not understand.
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
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They come together like the Coroner's Inquest, to sit upon the murdered reputations of the week.
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Say what you will, tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
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Love's but a frailty of the mind,When 'tis not with ambition joined.
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If there's delight in love, 'tis when I see That heart which others bleed for, bleed for me.
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I nauseate walking; 'tis a country diversion, I loathe the country.
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O, she is the antidote to desire.
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