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You'll grow devilish fat upon this paper-diet!

books

He who closes his ears to the views of others shows little confidence in the integrity of his own views.

integrity confidence

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

hell fury woman-scorned

In hours of bliss we oft have met:They could not always last;And though the present I regret,I'm grateful for the past.

love poetry regret

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

anger

Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turn'd Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.

anger

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing and the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.

worry anxiety

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

doubts uncertainties

Fear comes from uncertainty. When we are absolutely certain whether of our worth or worthlessness we are almost impervious to fear.

fear

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

heartbreak

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned.

love

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me for she never speaks well of me herself nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.

marriage

Thus grief still treads upon the heels of pleasure Marry'd in hast we may repent at leisure.

marriage

Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast to soften rocks or bend a knotted oak.

music

Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast.

music

Poetry the eldest sister of all arts and parent of most.

poetry

I know that's a secret for it's whispered everywhere.

secrets secrecy

Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.

security

Defer not till tomorrow to be wise tomorrow's sun to thee may never rise.

present

Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.

women

I came up stairs into the world, for I was born in a cellar.

play regency

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