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Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust. Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown Till human voices wake us... and we drown. T. S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock and Other Poems
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Men dislike being awakened from their death in life. T.S. Eliot
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