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He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had
cast himself from a precipice.
He who rushes headlong into love will fare worse than if he had
cast himself from a precipice.
The honied tongue hath its poison.
The honied tongue hath its poison.
No endeavour is in vain;
Its reward is in the doing.
No endeavour is in vain;
Its reward is in the doing.
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.
