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Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy?
What are the blessings of the sight?
Oh, tell your poor blind boy!

— Colley Cibber

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Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

As good be out of the world as out of the fashion.

Off with his head—; so much for Buckingham.

Richard III (altered) (1700)

We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,—scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.

Oh, how many torments lie in the small circle of a wedding ring!

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