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Accurst be he that first invented war.
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Let Earth and Heaven his timeless death deplore,For both their worths shall equal him no more.
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I count religion but a childish toy,And hold there is no sin but ignorance.
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Excess of wealth is cause of covetousness.
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Things past recoveryAre hardly cured with exclamations.
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ReligionHides many mischiefs from suspicion.
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So, march away; and let due praise be givenNeither to fate nor fortune, but to Heaven.
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My men, like satyrs grazing on the lawns,Shall with their goat feet dance the antic hay.
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What should a priest do with so fair a house?A prison may best beseem his holiness.
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My swelling heart for very anger breaks.
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And let these tears, distilling from mine eyes,Be proof of my grief and innocency.
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Che sera, sera:What will be, shall be.
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Pray for me! and what noise soever ye hear, come not unto me, for nothing can rescue me.
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He that loves pleasure, must for pleasure fall.
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A pleasant-smiling cheek, a speaking eye,A brow for love to banquet royally.
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It lies not in our power to love or hate,For will in us is overruled by fate.
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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
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All women are ambitious naturally.
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Love always makes those eloquent that have it.
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Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
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