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Wicked Is Not Much Worse Than Indiscreet.

Love Built On Beauty, Soon As Beauty, Dies.

That Subtle Knot Which Makes Us Man So Must Pure Lovers Souls Descend T Affections, And To Faculties, Which Sense May Reach And Apprehend, Else A Great Prince In Prison Lies.

Death Comes Equally To Us All, And Makes Us All Equal When It Comes.

Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.