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O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
— Bryan Procter
lawyer, poet, writer
1787 – 1874
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
