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Stolen kisses are always sweeter.
Stolen kisses are always sweeter.
Since you know all, and I nothing, tell me what I dreamed last
night.
Since you know all, and I nothing, tell me what I dreamed last
night.
We know this to be all nonsense.
We know this to be all nonsense.
It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory read more
It is, I believe, better to restrain the passions of youth by a
sense of shame, and by conciliatory means, than by fear.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the read more
How do our philosophers act? Do they not inscribe their
signatures to the very essays they write on the propriety of
despising glory.
We live by reposing trust in each other.
We live by reposing trust in each other.
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of read more
O, a kiss
Long as my exile, sweet as my revenge!
Now, by the jealous queen of heaven, that kiss
I carried from thee dear; and my true lip
Hath virgined it e'er since.
