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• The little sweet doth kill much bitterness.
• Lettuce doth extinguish venerious acts. -- Andrew Boorde (1490?
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• Much like a subtle spider which doth sit In middle of her web, which spreadeth wide
  If aught do touch the utmost thread of it, She feels it instantly on every side....
• Too much is never enough...
• Too much love is dangerous.
• Too much is not enough.
• When fortune sends a stormy wind, Then show a brave and present mind
  And when with too indulgent gales She swells too much, then furl thy sails. -- Creech...