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To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.
To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
Still fisheth he that catcheth one.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
No love is foule, nor prison fair.
Something must be allowed to custom.
Something must be allowed to custom.
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
There is no disputing about taste.
[Lat., De gustibus non disputandum.]
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
I kissed thee, ere I killed thee.
The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
The mould of a man's fortune is in his own hands.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
Unto the pure all things are pure.
