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Love Is An Irresistible Desire To Be Irresistibly Desired.

It Should Be Of The Pleasure Of A Poem Itself To Tell How It Can. The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom. The Figure Is The Same For Love.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.

When I Was Young My Teachers Were The Old. I Gave Up Fire For Form Till I Was Cold.

Time And Tide Wait For No Man, But Time Always Stands Still For A Woman Of 30.