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No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceived, my substance is not here;
William Shakespeare, Henry VI, Part 1

These fragments I have shored against my ruins
T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land and Other Poems

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For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine Oaten reeds,
And sing of Knights and Ladies gentle deeds;
Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene

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Some editors are failed writers, but so are most writers.
T.S. Eliot

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Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?
Christopher Marlowe

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Distracted from distraction by distraction
T.S. Eliot

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Yet nothing did he dread, but euer was ydrad.
Edmund Spencer, The Faerie Queene

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these.
T.S. Eliot

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