How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen, What old December's bareness everywhere!
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There's no trust, No faith, no honesty in men.
Good counselors lack no clients
Two women placed together makes cold weather.
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Suit the action to the word, the word to the action.
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How now, wit! Whither wander you?
The Divine Spirit does not reside in any except the joyful heart
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.