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For In Their Hearts Doth Nature Stir Them So Then People Long On Pilgrimage To Go And Palmers To Be Seeking Foreign Strands To Distant Shrines Renowned In Sundry Lands.

He Loved Chivalrye Trouthe And Honour, Freedom And Curteisye.

I Am Right Sorry For Your Heavinesse.

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

For There Is One Thing I Can Safely Say: That Those Bound By Love Must Obey Each Other If They Are To Keep Company Long. Love Will Not Be Constrained By Mastery; When Mastery Comes, The God Of Love At Once Beats His Wings, And Farewell He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Free As Any Spirit; Women Naturally Desire Liberty, And Not To Be Constrained Like Slaves; And So Do Men, If I Shall Tell The Truth.