Amicus Plato, sed magis amica veritas. Plato is dear to me, but dearer still is truth.
Oh! too convincingdangerously dear In woman's eye the unanswerable tear!
'Tis sweet to win, no matter how, one's laurels By blood or ink; 'tis sweet to put an end To strife; 'tis sometimes sweet to have our quarrels, Particularly with a tiresome friend; Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels; Dear is the helpless creature we defend Against the world; and dear the schoolboy spot We ne'er forget, though there we are forgot.
Oh! God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?
What is broken is broken, and I'd rather remember it as it was at its bestthanmend it and seebrokenplaces as long as I lived I wish I could care what you do or where you go, but I can't. My dear, I don't give a damn.
We must recollectwhat it is we have at stake, what it is we have to contend for. It is for our property, it is for our liberty, it is for our independence, nay for our existence as a nation; it is for our character, it is for our very name as Englishmen, it is for everything dear and valuable to man on this side of the grave.
My dear hands. Farewell, my poor hands.
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