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• Were you with these, my prince, you 'd soon forget The pale, unripened beauties of the north.
  -- Joseph Addison (1672-1719) -- Cato, Act i, Sc. 4...
• In my Lucia's absence Life hangs upon me, and becomes a burde
  I am ten times undone, while hope, and fear, And grief, and rage and love rise up at once, And with variety of pain distract me....
• When the dragons grow too mighty To slay with pen or sword, I grow weary of the battle And the storm I walk toward.
  When all around is madness And there's no safe port in view, I long to turn my path homeward To stop a while with you....
• Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart and gather to the eye
  In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more....
• Someone write me a letter. I need to know that I'm still alive.
• It has been said that trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment rooted in the ground.
  But they never seem so to me. I never saw a discontented tree....
• I knew my kind wasn't welcome here.
  -- Krusty at the country club, "Scenes from the Class Struggle in Springfield...
• Watch me as I swing my hips... around.