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How far that little candle throws his beams. So shines a good deed in a weary world.

Neither a borrower nor a lender be; For loan oft loses both itself and friend.

From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;They are the books, the arts, the academes,That show, contain, and nourish all the world.

All that glisters is not gold.

They do not love that do not show their love.

To business that we love we rise betime, And go to 't with delight.

Give thy thoughts no tongue.

Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

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