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But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
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Let me be only sure; for sooth to tellThe sorest dole is doubt.
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Is there never a chink in the world aboveWhere they listen for words from below?
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And sweeter woman ne'er drew breathThan my sonne's wife, Elizabeth.
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It is a comely fashion to be glad,--Joy is the grace we say to God.
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How short our happy days appear!How long the sorrowful!
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Reign, and keep life in this our deep desire--Our only greatness is that we aspire.
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W]e wish for more in life, rather than for more of it.
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I have lived to thank God that all my prayers have not been answered.
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I'm like a good clock," said Crayshaw, "I neither gain nor lose. I can strike, too."
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A man's world, but woman bides her time.
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A man can sometimes hold his own with one woman, but never with two.
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