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Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

All Is But Lip-wisdom Which Wants Experience.

My True-love Hath My Heart, And I Have His, By Just Exchange, One For The Other Given; I Hold His Dear, And Mine He Cannot Miss, There Never Was A Better Bargain Driven.

It Is Against Womanhood To Be Forward In Their Own Wishes.

I Am No Herald To Inquire Into Men's Pedigree; It Sufficeth Me If I Know Their Virtues.