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It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most Dreadful Thing.

If I Shall Be Condemned Upon Surmises, All Proofs Sleeping Else But What Your Jealousies Awake, I Tell You 'tis Rigor And Not Law.

Base Is The Slave That Pays.