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Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

So In The Libyan Fable It Is Told That Once An Eagle, Stricken With A Dart, Said, When He Saw The Fashion Of The Shaft: With Our Own Feathers, Not By Others' Hands, Are We Now Smitten.

Fear Hurries On My Tongue Through Want Of Courage.

The Burning Gaze Of A Young Woman, Such As Hath Tasted Man, Shall Not Escape Me; For I Have A Spirit Keen To Mark These Things.

For It Would Be Better To Die Once And For All Than To Suffer Pain For All One's Life.