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It's love, it's love that makes the world go round.

It's love, it's love that makes the world go round.

The grave's the market place.

The grave's the market place.

Why should (need) a man die who has sage in his garden?
[Lat., Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit read more

Why should (need) a man die who has sage in his garden?
[Lat., Cur moriatur homo, cui salvia crescit in horto?]

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more

Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.

Doubtless there are men of great parts that are guilty of
downright bashfulness, that by a strange hesitation and read more

Doubtless there are men of great parts that are guilty of
downright bashfulness, that by a strange hesitation and
reluctance to speak murder the finest and most elegant thoughts
and render the most lively conceptions flat and heavy.