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There Is No More Mercy In Him Than There Is Milk In A Male Tiger.

The Sweetest Honey Is Loathsome In His Own Deliciousness, And In The Taste Confounds The Appetite: Therefore Love Moderately— Long Love Doth So.

Honest Plain Words Best Pierce The Ear Of Grief.

What Is More Miserable Than Discontent?

Oh, That Way Madness Lies; Let Me Shun That.