With a tale, for sooth, he comet unto you; with a tale which holdeth children from play, and old men from the chimney corner.
Sir Philip Sidney
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Thus, with child to speak, and helpless in my throes, biting my truant pen, beating myself for spite: Fool! said my muse to me, look in thy heart, and write.
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It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.
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