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The forward violet thus did I chide:

Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,

If not from my love\'s breath? The purple pride

Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells

In my love\'s veins thou hast too grossly dy\'d.

The lily I condemned for thy hand,

And buds of marjoram had stol\'n thy hair;

The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,

One blushing shame, another white despair;

A third, nor red nor white, had stol\'n of both,

And to his robbery had annex\'d thy breath;

But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth 

A vengeful canker eat him up to death.

  More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,

  But sweet, or colour it had stol\'n from thee.

 	--William Shakespeare

Every hero becomes a bore at last. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

Facts are stubborn things.
Ronald Reagan