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There are as many characters in men As there are shapes in nature.

Ovid

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Ovid
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Publius Ovidius Naso
P. Ovidius Naso
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Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.
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Art lies by its own artifice.
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The wit of man has devised cruel statutes, And nature oft permits what is by law forbid.
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Anything cracked will shatter at a touch.
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