Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others
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For this is one of the ancientest laws among them; that no man shall be blamed for reasoning in the maintenance of his own religion.
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And it will fall out as in a complication of diseases, that by applying a remedy to one sore, you will provoke another; and that which removes the one ill symptom produces others
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Nay, tempt me not to love again There was a time when love was sweet Dear Nea had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet But oh this weary heart hath run So many a time the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one Would I endure such pangs again.
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Roper:So now youd give the Devil benefit of law!Sir Thomas More:Yes. What would you do? Cut a great road through the law to get after the Devil? Yes, Id give the Devil benefit of law, for my own safetys sake.
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Rules only make sense if they are both kept and broken. Breaking the rule is one way of observing it.
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For if you suffer your people to be ill-educated, and their manners to be corrupted from their infancy, and then punish them for those crimes to which their first education disposed them, what else is to be concluded from this, but that you first make thieves and then punish them.
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This hath not offended the king.
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Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.
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Nay, tempt me not to love again:
There was a time when love was sweet;
Dear Nea! had I known thee then,
Our souls had not been slow to meet!
But oh! this weary heart hath run
So many a time the rounds of pain,
Not even for thee, thou lovely one!
Would I endure such pangs again.
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The Utopians feel that slaughtering our fellow creatures gradually destroys the sense of compassion, which is the finest sentiment of which our human nature is capable.
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A little wonton money, which burned out the bottom of his purse.
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Lawyers -- a profession it is to disguise matters.
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They wonder much to hear that gold, which in itself is so useless a thing, should be everywhere so much esteemed, that even men for whom it was made, and by whom it has its value, should yet be thought of less value than it is.
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O Ye that put your trust and confidence In worldly joy and frail prosperity,...
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Where are our castles now, where are our towers?
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Why dost thou gaze upon the sky O that I were yon spangled sphere Then every star should be an eye, To wander o'er thy beauties here.
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Was I not born of old worthy lineage? Was not my mother queen, my father king?...
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Friendship demands attention.
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