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youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW     How sweet the words of Truth, breath’d from the lips of Love. —James Beattie, The Minstrel (1771), Book II, Stanza 53.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW     How sweet the words of Truth, breath’d from the lips of Love. —James Beattie, The Minstrel (1771), Book II, Stanza 53.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities. —George Eliot, Daniel Deronda, Ch. XIII (1876).

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Ignorance gives one a large range of probabilities. —George Eliot, Daniel Deronda, Ch. XIII (1876).

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW     Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone     To rev’rence what is ancient, and can plead     A course of long observance for its use,     That even servitude, the worst of ills,     Because deliver’d

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW     Such dupes are men to custom, and so prone     To rev’rence what is ancient, and can plead     A course of long observance for its use,     That even servitude, the worst of ills,     Because deliver’d

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be  In commune held by Pallas and by thee?  Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine  In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine. —In Greek Anthology.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be  In commune held by Pallas and by thee?  Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine  In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine. —In Greek Anthology.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Might was the measure of right. —Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, I. 175. Found in Thucydides, IV. 86. Plautus—Truncul, IV. 3. 30. Lucan. I. 175. Seneca, Hercules Furens. 291. Schiller—Wallenstein’s Camp, VI.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Might was the measure of right. —Marcus Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia, I. 175. Found in Thucydides, IV. 86. Plautus—Truncul, IV. 3. 30. Lucan. I. 175. Seneca, Hercules Furens. 291. Schiller—Wallenstein’s Camp, VI.

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame,

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don’t spin it out too long long breath he breath long life, soaring high, high resplendent, aflame,

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW The losing side is full of suspicion. —Syrus, Maxims

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW The losing side is full of suspicion. —Syrus, Maxims

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,  Sir Knight, that I am one of those,  I might suspect, and take th’ alarm,  Your bus’ness is but to inform;  But if it be, ‘tis ne’er the near,  You have a wrong sow by

youlookgoodlikethat: Sandra CW Quoth Sidrophel, If you suppose,  Sir Knight, that I am one of those,  I might suspect, and take th’ alarm,  Your bus’ness is but to inform;  But if it be, ‘tis ne’er the near,  You have a wrong sow by

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