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Upon her head she weares a crowne of starres,
Through which her orient hayre waves to her waist,
By which beleeving mortalls hold her fast,
And in those golden chordes are carried even,
Till with her breath she blowes them up to heaven.

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The world knows only two, — that's Rome and I.

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Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup
And I'll not look for wine.

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There's reason good, that you good laws should make:
Men's manners ne'er were viler, for your sake.

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Neither do thou lust after that tawney weed tobacco.

True happiness
Consists not in the multitude of friends,
But in the worth and choice.

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