The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
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Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
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We only part to meet again.
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A rich rogue nowadays is fit company for any gentleman; and the world, my dear, hath not such a contempt for roguery as you imagine.
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Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
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How the mother is to be pitied who hath handsome daughters! Locks, bolts, bars, and lectures of morality are nothing to them: they break through them all. They have as much pleasure in cheating a father and mother, as in cheating at cards.
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave Love mercy, and delight to save.
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In beauty, faults conspicuous grow; the smallest speck is seen on snow
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Lions, wolves, and vultures don't live together in herds, droves or flocks. Of all animals of prey, man is the only sociable one. Every one of us preys upon his neighbor, and yet we herd together.
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Those who in quarrels interpose, must often wipe a bloody nose.
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Shadow owes its birth to light.
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Life is a jest; and all things show it. I thought so once; but now I know it.
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Can you support the expense of a husband, hussy, in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
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No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
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But money, wife, is the true Fuller's Earth for reputations, there is not a spot or a stain but what it can take out.
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The comfortable estate of widowhood is the only hope that keeps up a wife's spirits.
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I must have women -- there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
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O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
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Do you think your mother and I should have lived comfortably so long together, if ever we had been married? Baggage!
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Cowards are cruel, but the brave
Love mercy, and delight to save.
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