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• For all we know Of what the blessed do above Is, that they sing, and that they love.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- While I listen to thy Voice...
• Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all. -- William Shakespeare
• A flowers falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it. -- Doge
• Her angels face, As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
  -- Edmund Spenser (1553-1599) -- The Faerie Queene, Book i, Canto iii, St. 4...
• Know you of such a bird? No...but we could _make_ one.
  .. No, we _couldn't_, Baldrick...Oh, I suppose you have to be told some- time....
• Poets lose half the praise they should have got, Could it be known what they discreetly blot.
  -- Edmund Waller (1605-1687) -- Upon Roscommon's Translation of Horace, De Arte Poetica...
• That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could have loved so before us, and that no one will love in the same way as us.
  -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe...
• We can not do great things. We can only do little things with great love. -- Mother Theresa
• Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage
  Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage...