If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

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If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits,...

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Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain.

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O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings;

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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.

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And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate,...

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But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.

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Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray....

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