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He that comes in print because he would be known, is like the fool that comes into the market because he would be seen.
John Lyly
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John Lyly
Died: 1606
Died: November 18
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Time draweth wrinkles in a fair face, but addeth fresh colors to a fast friend, which neither heat, nor cold, nor misery, nor place, nor destiny, can alter or diminish
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As the best wine doth make the sharpest vinegar, so the deepest love turns to the deadliest hate.
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