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Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

True Joy Is The Earnest Which We Have Of Heaven, It Is The Treasure Of The Soul, And Therefore Should Be Laid In A Safe Place, And Nothing In This World Is Safe To Place It In.

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.

I Sing The Progress Of A Deathless Soul.

Dull Sublunary Lovers' Love (whose Soul Is Sense) Cannot Admit Absence, Because It Doth Remove Those Things Which Elemented It.