WednesdayAug 26, 2026
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William Congreve (24 January 1670 - 19 January 1729) was an English playwright and poet.
O Earth, that hast no voice, confide to me a voice! O harvest of my lands! O boundless summer growths! O lavish, brown, parturient earth! O infinite, teeming womb! A verse to seek, to see, to narrate thee.
Walter Whitman
Thy friend has a friend, and thy friends friend has a friend: be discreet.
Unknown
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
William Shakespeare
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