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Love Will Not Be Constrain'd By Mastery. When Mast'ry Comes, The God Of Love Anon Beateth His Wings, And, Farewell, He Is Gone. Love Is A Thing As Any Spirit Free.

The Smylere With The Knyf Under The Cloke.

What's Said Is Said And Goes Upon Its Way Like It Or Not, Repent It As You May.

What Is Better Than Wisdom? Woman. And What Is Better Than A Good Woman? Nothing.

One Cannot Be Avenged For Every Wrong; According To The Occasion, Everyone Who Knows How, Must Use Temperance.