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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.

A Churlish Courtesy Rarely Comes But Either For Gain Or Falsehood.

It Is No Less Vain To Wish Death Than It Is Cowardly To Fear It.

...the Poet, He Nothing Affirmeth, And Therefore Never Lieth.

There Is Nothing Evil But What Is Within Us; The Rest Is Either Natural Or Accidental.