She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.
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Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
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There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven't yet met.
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
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Think where man's glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends.
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We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.
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