mine ears are clogged to all sweet sounds save thine own voice, and mine eyes blinded to all sights but thee
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It is some nightingale who, wearying of the south, has come to sing in this bleak north to lovers such as we.
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One can live for years sometimes, without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into a single hour.
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The tiger cannot change its nature, nor the snake lose its venom
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He would have made you his mistress, used your body at his pleasure, thrown you away when he was wearied of you;
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life is much too important a thing ever to talk seriously about it
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A chase after a beautiful woman is always exciting.
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you will understand that there are few things easier than to live badly and to die well.
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To strangle whatever nature is in me; neither to love nor to be loved; neither to pity nor to be pitied; neither to marry nor to be given in marriage, till the end is come.
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no man could live if he took his neighbour's pack on his shoulders