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When one is bereft of hope the last sorrow has arrived.
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The woman who loves not flattery has yet to be born.
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This must be a golden age--everybody is running after it.
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Beauty is the recompense given to women for her weakness.
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Some sins squeak like a snared rabbit--others roar like a lion.
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An immaculate reputation may hide a multitude of black lies.
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Angels walk on threads of gold from heaven to earth. These threads are
only spun in the loom of the human heart.
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Abject spirits creep--men walk.
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A small hole is a cavern to a mole.
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A kiss hangs not long on a pretty lip.
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You cannot rear a new babe on old milk.
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A man may woo a dove and marry a screech owl.
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Satire is a javelin which pierces the thickest skin.
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