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Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The Wise; Sorrow Is Knowledge.

And Those Who Saw, It Did Surprise, Such Drops Could Fall From Human Eyes.

Oh, Talk Not To Me Of A Name Great In Story; The Days Of Our Youth Are The Days Of Our Glory; And The Myrtle And Ivy Of Sweet Two-and-twenty Are Worth All Your Laurels, Though Ever So Plenty.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.

I Cannot Conceive Why People Will Always Mix Up My Own Character And Opinions With Those Of The Imaginary Beings Which, As A Poet, I Have The Right And Liberty To Draw.