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It is good to love the unknown.
Charles Lamb
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Charles Lamb
Age: 59 †
Born: 1775
Born: February 10
Died: 1834
Died: December 27
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And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
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To be thankful for what we grasp exceeding our proportion is to add hypocrisy to injustice.
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I can scarce bring myself to believe, that I am admitted to a familiar correspondence, and all the license of friendship, with a man who writes blank verse like Milton.
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I have sat through an Italian opera, til, for sheer pain, and inexplicable anguish, I have rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded street, to solace myself with sounds which I was not obliged to follow and get rid of the distracting torment of endless, fruitless, barren attention!
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Here cometh April again, and as far as I can see the world hath more fools in it than ever.
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