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With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Lovely Sweetness Is The Noblest Power Of Woman, And Is Far Fitter To Prevail By Parley Than By Battle.

They Love Indeed Who Quake To Say They Love.

Scoffing Cometh Not Of Wisdom.

Liking Is Not Always The Child Of Beauty; But Whatsoever Is Liked, To The Liker Is Beautiful.