For a crowd is not company and faces are but a gallery of pictures and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
For a crowd is not company and faces are but a gallery of pictures and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
The speaking in a perpetual hyperbole is comely in nothing but love.
Why should a man be in love with his fetters, though of gold.
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