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The greater evil who is in- When both in wayward paths are straying? The poor sinner for the pain Or he who pays for the sin?

Juana Inés de la Cruz

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Juana Inés de la Cruz
Age: 46 †
Born: 1648
Born: November 12
Died: 1695
Died: April 17
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... privation is the source of appetite.
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Aristotle could have known so much more if he cooked.
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And what shall I tell you, lady, of the natural secrets I have discovered while cooking? And I often say, when observing these details: had Aristotle prepared victuals, he would have written more.
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I walk beneath your pens, and am not what I truly am, but what you'd prefer to imagine me.
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I don't study to know more, but to ignore less.
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In loss itself I find assuagement: having lost the treasure, I've nothing to fear.
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I believed, when I entered this convent, I was escaping from myself, but alas, poor me, I brought myself with me!
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Must I dwell in slavery's night And all pleasure take its flight Far beyond my feeble sight, Forever?
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