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Hot Blood Begets Hot Thoughts, And Hot Thoughts Beget Hot Deeds, And Hot Deeds Is Love.

So Well Thy Words Become Thee As Thy Wounds.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

I'll Go Find A Shadow, And Sigh Till He Come" (phebe)

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.