Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is not love that alters when it alteration finds.
Love is too young to know what conscience is.
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A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool. A man loves the meat in his youth that he cannot endure in hi...
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Trust yourself You know what you want and need. Put yourself first. You can't be anything for anybody else unless you take ...
