Every Once In A While

I have to throw in a little bit of this if I want to keep my IPM Super Site icon over there.

(well, not really)
:-)

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For aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth.



The devil hath power
To assume a pleasing shape.



Love sought is good, but given unsought is better



Heaven and earth,
Must I remember? Why, she would hang on him
As if increase of appetite had grown
By what it fed on, and yet, within a month—
Let me not think on't—Frailty, thy name is woman!




These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which as they kiss consume.



But, O, what damned minutes tells he o'er
Who dotes, yet doubts, suspects, yet strongly loves!




Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.