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Then With The Losers Let It Sympathize, For Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those That Win.

We Must Love Men, Ere To Us They Will Seem Worthy Of Our Love.

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

Quote: What Angel Wakes Me From My Flowery Bed?

So Loving To My Mother, That He Might Not Beteem The Winds Of Heaven, Visit Her Face' Too Roughly.