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Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

A Farce Is That In Poetry Which Grotesque (caricature) Is In Painting. The Persons And Actions Of A Farce Are All Unnatural, And The Manners False, That Is, Inconsistent With The Characters Of Mankind; And Grotesque Painting Is The Just Resemblance Of This.

All, As They Say, That Glitters Is Not Gold.

A Narrow Mind Begets Obstinacy; We Do Not Easily Believe What We Cannot See.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.