Each Substance Of A Grief Has Twenty

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

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Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.