Put away the snowy pride;
O, Spring!
Put away the snowy pride;
O, Spring!
Take our lives, unless we live to love.
Then why, my soul, dost thou complain?
It is my PRIDE, my damn'd, native, unconquerable Pride, that plunges me into Distraction. You must know that 1920th of my Composition is Pride. I must either live a Slave, a Servant to have no Will of my own, no Sentiments of my own which I may freely declare as such or DIE perplexing alternative.
My love is dead,
Gone to his death-bed
All under the willow-tree.
There is a time for all things - except marriage, my dear.
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd,
These representatives of God,
In color, way of life and evil,
Should be so very like the devil.
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