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Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies,
Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies;
The fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare,
And shed their substance on the floating air.

— George Crabbe

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To sigh, yet not recede; to grieve, yet not repent.

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Secrets with girls, like loaded guns with boys,
Are never valued till they make a noise.

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Books cannot always please, however good;
Minds are not ever craving for their food.

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Better to love amiss than nothing to have loved.

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In this fool's paradise he drank delight.

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