And 'tis remarkable that they talk most who have the least to say.
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Be to their virtue very kind; be to their faults a little blind.
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Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.
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Fantastic tyrant of the amorous heart. How hard thy yoke, how cruel thy dart. Those escape your anger who refuse your sway, and those are punished most, who most obey.
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For, when with beauty we can virtue join, We paint the semblance of a form divine.
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Hope is but the dream of those who wake.
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Hopes are but the dreams of those that wake.
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It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.
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Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?
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The ends must justify the means.
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They never taste who always drink: They always talk, who never think.
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They talk most who have the least to say.
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To John I owed great obligation; but John, unhappily, thought fit to publish it to all the nation: Sure John and I are more than quit.
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Who walks the fastest, but walks astray, is only furthest from his way.
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