Quote #16

Thou treacherous, base deserter of my flame, False to my passion, fatal to my fame, Through what mistaken magic dost thou prove So true to lewdness, so untrue to love?

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  2. But oh, how slowly minutes roll When absent from her eyes, That feed my love, which is my soul: It languishes and dies.
  3. On thy wither'd lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore. (Such kind show…
  4. The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, Is the best can be said for a very good wife.
  5. Lest, once more wandering from that heaven, I fall on some base heart unblest, Faithless to thee, false, unforgiven, And lose my everlastin…
  6. Great Negative, how vainly would the Wise Enquire, define, distinguish, teach, devise, Didst thou not stand to point their dull Philosophie…
  7. See the kind seed-receiving earth To every grain affords a birth: On her no showers unwelcome fall, Her willing womb retains 'em all, And s…
  8. The Elephant is never won with Anger, Nor must that man, who would reclaim a Lion, Take him by the teeth.

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