Tears are the noble language of the eye.
From Robert Herrick
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well.
Attempt the end, and never stand to doubt. Nothing's so hard but search will find it out.
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