Musicmystery -> RE: Where do you draw the line? (4/7/2010 2:56:28 PM)
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DUKE ORSINO Too old by heaven: let still the woman take An elder than herself: so wears she to him, So sways she level in her husband's heart: For, boy, however we do praise ourselves, Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm, More longing, wavering, sooner lost and worn, Than women's are. VIOLA I think it well, my lord. DUKE ORSINO Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent; For women are as roses, whose fair flower Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. VIOLA And so they are: alas, that they are so; To die, even when they to perfection grow! --Twelfth Night
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