What are kings, when regiment is gone, but perfect shadows in a sunshine day?
Above our life we love a steadfast friend.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.
Live and die in Aristotle’s works.
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.
Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
Money can’t buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.
That perfect bliss and sole felicity, the sweet fruition of an earthly crown.
While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
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