Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight Some are born to Endless Night.

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If a thing loves it is infinite.

If a thing loves it is infinite.

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings

Shame is pride's cloak.

Shame is pride's cloak.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

The thankful receiver bears a plentiful harvest.

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