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Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.

Ask Me No Reason Why I Love You; For Though Love Use Reason For His Physician, He Admits Him Not For His Counsellor.

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

Rumor Is A Pipe Blown By Surmises, Jealousies, Conjectures.