Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth

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To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.

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