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The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest To The Ground.

Were Kisses All The Joys In Bed, One Woman Would Another Wed.

I Had Rather Hear My Dog Bark At A Crow, Than A Man Swear He Loves Me.

Winter's Not Gone Yet, If The Wild Geese Fly That Way.

He Doth Nothing But Talk Of His Horses.