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I May Neither Choose Who I Would, Nor Refuse Who I Dislike; So Is The Will Of A Living Daughter Curbed By The Will Of A Dead Father.

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

The Soul Of This Man Is His Clothes.

Thou Unfit For Any Place But Hell.