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War is the trade of Kings.
For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Beware the fury of a patient man.
Go miser go, for money sell your soul. Trade wares for wares and trudge from pole to pole, So others may say when you are dead and gone. See what a vast estate he left his son.
Love is love’s reward.
But love’s a malady without a cure.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Jealousy is the jaundice of the soul.
When I consider life, it is all a cheat. Yet fooled with hope, people favor this deceit.