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The Book of Love
The Book of Love
PHIL A DE LPHIA
GE ORGE w .
JA C OB S co
.
pu s HE R S
M H! )
N
FOR E WORD
F rom the beginning of tim e , L ove has ever
b een the inspir ation of poet r y . Accor ding to
D ryden ,
“
nowadays i s a love stor y and the little blind
, ,
go r th e r r .
, ,
’
Ti s Lov e th at mak es the w o l rd g
o round !
While many selecti ns in this lume h a e b een
of the o vo v
M ess r s Little Br w n
. C mpany f ,
p em b y William
o o or o
fr m Th S pins ter B k
o
“
e b y M yrtle Reed ! M essrs oo ,
.
H ugh t n M i flli n
o o C mpany f
, p ems by Ralph Wald
o or o o
WH AT S
’
L OVE ?
TH E S I G N S OF LOVE
LOV E -
M A K IN G
LO V E K ISSE S
’
s
L OVE -
L E TT E R s
TH E G O D OF LOVE
LOVE DWE L LIN
’
s G
LOV E M A! S
’
s IM
LOV E AN D C H VA
I LR Y
LOV E
’
s S E RE N A nE s
WO M A S LOV N
’
E
MA N ’
S LOVE
IN DE!
Love s a tyr ant and a slave
’
,
Wanting it no pleasur e
, .
—S elected
.
PRE L U DE
r ife !
the air
,
A nd murmur ed I am life
, .
“
A n d whisper ed I am r est
, .
C a mpbell.
Tear s ar e C hr istian ki sses P agan
, .
Owen M er edi th
“
.
! R ob er t Bu l w e r Ly tt on .
)
Tell me what s L ove said Youth one da y
,
’
, , ,
“
It is a s unny hour of play
For which r epentanc e dear doth pa y
R epentance R epentance
A nd t his i s L ove a s wise men say
, .
— Thomas M oor e .
Ask of me love what i s Love ?
not , ,
— P hi li
p Ja mee B a i ley .
— Wi lli am Wl h
a s .
a sover eign.
— N apoleon
Boo?
!
What is L ove ?
Ti s Ob se rvation patience vigilance
’
, , ,
By u nu sor i ou s giving
.
— A lfred A usti n .
R ochefou ca nld
: .
L ov e
is a capr i ci ous power :I ve known it hold
’
— L or d Byr on .
g oof
A hea t full of coldness a sweet full of bitter
,
this is L ove .
John L yly
-
.
sensual .
— Pi erre S lva i n M a r e
y
The Obsessi no whi ch we call L ove i s an emu
ti on pa st all explanat ion The per sons suscepti
.
for ever.
— George C hapman .
— R ochefouca u ld .
L ove i s the golden bead at the bottom of the
cr ucible But love isn t thought or per cept ion
.
’
— Wi lli am De M organ .
— S elected .
— S ir W lt a er S cott .
L oveis a smoke r a is d with the fumes of sighs !
’
’
v ex d a sea nour ished wi th lover s t ear s :
’
,
— S ha kes ea re
p .
— S elected .
A nd L ove s flame is super ior to phys
’
fiercely it bur ns .
A ntoi ne De S a lle .
A ll r emedies r efusing !
A plant that most with cutting gr ows ,
Why so ?
M or e we enj oy it mor e it dies!
,
H eigh ho ! -
Why so ?
H eigh ho ! -
— S a mu el Dani el .
L ove i s the ar t of hear ts and hear t of ar ts
, .
— P hi li J m es B i le
p a a y .
i ns
Of dyi ng hands . A h , do not love at all !
— A . M a ry F R obi nson
. .
S o they sa y ,
Then away .
— S elected.
— S ir W lt a er S cott
.
— Geor e E nds
g
What is L ove that all the wor ld
Talks so much about it ?
What is L ove that neither you
N or I can do without i t ?
L ove s a tyr ant and a slave
’
,
H avi ng it we kn ow no peac e
, ,
Wanting it no pleasur e
, .
— H enry va n Dyk e
.
Tru e love is the cu lmina tion of happiness .
S elected
.
S weethear t to me
, ,
A nd I no longe r question
What is Love .
What is a fir st love wor th except to pr epar e
, for
a second ?
’
Be other br ows by plea sur e s wr eath
Or glory s cor onal app r essed
’
A nd fling it to my br east !
— Gr a ce Greenwood
'
.
and the thir st the hur t and the healing the only
, ,
S aying nothi ng do t ?
’
Pr ythee w hy so mute ?
,
— S i r John S uckli ng .
The sign of those w ho a re tormented by love s ’
—J ohn P B r own . .
other .
— S h kes ea re a p .
The male bir d puts on his bright est plumage
i n the spring and the ma n of our species i s no
,
a y Di llon
- M r
.
— C oventr P a tmor e
y .
— P a kenha m Bea tt
y .
— H enry W dsw
a or th L ongfell
H ow wi ll you know when Love appear s ?
This is a question asked of me .
’
When you ne er dr eam that it i s near ,
breath ,
-
E li za beth Ba rr ett Browni ng .
George C hapma n .
— S ha kespe
M y soul I bid thee answe r
, ,
A nd tell
me how L ove cometh
It comes unsought unsent , .
!
— S elected
.
Wi lli a m W tm e or e S tory .
Love ! what a VOIlHIle i n a word ! an ocea n i n a
tear ! A seventh heaven in a glance ! a whirlwind
—
in a sigh ! The lightning in a touch a millen
nium i n a moment !
— M ar ti n Fa rquha r Tupper .
M a ri e C or elli .
H enry Ja mes
-
O h ! he was stud ent of mystic lor e
a .
’
O o s i ttle white lammy i s oo br eathed he !
’ ’ ’
C or s O o s lovey dovey is OO
’ ’ ’ ’
.
-
should die ? !
L ove
!
“
You ve noticed the adj ective so ft
’
, .
!
George A Ba ker Jr . , .
S ilenc e i n L ove
bewr ays mor e w oe
Than words however wi tty
, ,
M ay challenge double pi ty .
— S ir W lte
a r R a lei gh .
—C . N estelle Bovee .
Because I breathe not L ove to ev er i e one ,
’
O f them w ho on their lips L ove s st andard
bear e ,
sw ea r e
finde,
That his right badge is but w or ne in the hea rte .
p r ove :
They love indeed who q uake to say they love .
—S i r P hi li S idne
p y .
L ove culmi nates in bliss when it doth r each
A wh ite u nfli ck er i ng fea r consuming glow !
, ,
-
felt,
— F ra nces R . H a vergal .
—F . M a ri on C r a wford .
E dwa rd Young
'
-
.
M lle de S cu déry
. .
the parent !
— J C
. . an dA . WH . ar e
.
O,
bewar e my lor d of j ealousy
, ,
— S hakespcar e .
L ove —
mak ing how simple a
-
,
depths to explore ,
love evermor e ,
“
S o I felt To keep silence wer e folly a ll lan
ua
g g e above ,I mad e love .
— R obert Browni n
g
.
H ow s your father ? came the whisper ,
’ !
C onver sati on
flagged a moment ,
-
S elected .
men ?
O ften so easy sometim es so hard
, .
—A nthon
y H ope
.
— L ou i sa M A lcott. .
— A nonymou s .
In j oyous youth what soul hath never k nown
,
-
Thomas C a mpbell .
-
H a mli n Ga r la nd .
— Jona tha n S w i f t
.
— R a lph W ld
a o E mer son.
C our ting is li ke 2 little spri ngs ov soft water
that steal out from under a r ock at the fut ov a
mountain and r un down the hill side by side
, ,
slow .
! H enr
y Wh e eler S ha w .
)
— S elected .
eyes .
H e either fear s hi s fate too much ,
Or
his desert too small ,
!
Love fix a day, .
“
We shall both be gr ay .
“ !
Far fa r away
, .
“
Ah the long delay
, .
!
— A lfr ed Tennyso
When I send you a r ed red r ose
, ,
— F ri edri ch B u chert .
—
Fu lhe Grevi lle .
S O L ove
does raine
In stoutest minds and maketh monstrous Warr e
,
— E dmund S p
‘
Ther e is no calamity in li fe that falls heavi er
upon human natur e than a disappointment in
L ove ! especially when it ha ppens between tw o
per sons whose hearts a r e mutually engaged t o
each other It i s this distr ess which has given oc
.
— L a wr ence S terne .
ni
0 weary r eck ni ng !
’
— S hakespeare .
For the sigh will come and the kiss will stay ,
— George M a cdona ld .
H a d we never loved kindly
sa e ,
— R ober t Bu rns .
— Genesi s mwai 49 , .
“
And said Far ewell and went away
, ,
!
,
“
M izpah .
!
— H omer Gr eene .
T ell m e who fir st did kisse s suggest ?
It was a mouth all glowing and blest !
I t kissed and it thought of nothing beside.
— H ei nri ch H ei ne .
O f ki ssing wr ites S teele
, Tis certain
’
—P er c B sshe S helle
y y y .
— S elected
.
t S '
— S elected
.
— Wi lli a m M ad w ell
'
.
— R ober t H err i ck .
time he k i ssed me b e but only ki ssed
Fir st ,
missed ,
cr own ,
a r e past
— L or d Byr on .
— R ob er t H
For giveme but I needs must pr ess
,
’
Bu t kiss me dar ling i f it s Yes
, , ,
— A li ce C a ry .
H er lips were so near
—
That what else could I do ?
You ll be angry I fear
’
, ,
Or explain it t o you ,
—
B ut her lips were so near
—
That what else could I do ?
— W lt a er L ea rned
.
A ll kisses
scarred !
For she who is most beautiful
Would be most marr ed .
— S ir W lta er S cott
.
me !
S a y I m gr owing old but add
’
,
Jenny ki s sed m e .
— L ei gh H unt .
— M a la chy R ya n .
S ome tha t ki ssi ng s a sin !
’
sa y
O ! if it wasna lawful ,
M inister s wadna do i t !
If it wasna modest ,
A nonymous
.
At once I wis ,
Vi ctor H ugo.
C H AP T E R F I VE
’
LOVE s YOU N G DREAM
O the days ar e
g one when beauty b
, r ight
M y hear t s chain wove !
’
— Thomas
O h ! what without our Youth
Would Love be ? What would Youth be
without L ove ?
truth ,
above .
—L ord Byr on .
j ectu r e there
, always blooms a p r ospe ctive P a r a
dise cheered by some fairest E ve ! nor in the
,
Thomas C a r lyle .
For though the celestial r aptur e falling out
of heaven sei zes only upon those of tende r age ,
— R a lph W ld
a o E merson .
“
I m sor ry that I spell d the word
’ ’
— K a te Dougla s Wiggi n .
A youth s love is the more passionate !
’
— J C H a re
. . .
li ghts me ?
R a lph W lda o E mer son .
— John M i lton .
the spring a fuller crimson comes upon the
r obin s br east !
’
to thoughts of L ove
.
— A lfred Tennyson .
— L u cy B . W lf
a or d .
And so we two will r ide ,
L ady mine ,
L ady mine ,
Lady mine .
—R u i i
fl n .
M eredi th N i cholson .
H e is far gone fa r gone :and truly in my youth
,
I su fler ed
’
much extremity for L ove ! very nearly
this .
S ha kespea re .
a r ound hi m .
— C ha r les S w a i n .
These are the violets faded and dead she wor e in
, ,
E nvoi
S elec ted .
— John C la r e .
— R ober t B r i dges .
Fa r mor e than kisses letter s mingle souls ,
— John Donne .
Wh o omewh er e sa fely stor ed away
k eeps not s ,
— A r thu r WH . . E a ton .
I sea l the letter a nd ca r r y gr ea t weight
—
it a
for the ma i l. It seems a s i f there could b e no
other letter tha t da y : a nd a s if a ll the c oaches
and horses and ca r s and bo ats were deta iled to
bea r that single sheet It is a gr ea t letter for me
.
,
my destiny li es in it .
— Dona ld G M i tchell
. .
— M r s H u mphry
. W a r d.
I say i n the season
Of Fair M a y in M ay
, Fair ther e can be no
,
reason
Why when quietly munching your dr y toast a nd
,
-
butter ,
d
’
gu ess
Ow en M er edi th
“ !
— .
! R ob er t Bu l we r L tton
y .
)
— A dela i de A nne P r oc t
A letter i snext to a spoken wor d and i f it i sn t
,
’
aga in.
— E dwa r d Ga rr ett .
— H enry W dsw
a or th L ongfellow .
The r eadi ng o f old love lett er s i s i n some w ay
-
ma ins .
q u i si te S cr i pt of M em o ry
.
— M yr tle R eed.
0 pr ecious letter s !
- George
O , a e these flowers! thus Delia wr ote
sp r
A nd pinned upon a tr ee ,
“
A nd oh he cri ed be mine the page
, ,
, ,
In odor ous rhetor ic of car nations !
S eeing how fa r one s stocks will reach !
’
!
’
T i s in r eply to one o f our s
yon )!
O f Thoughts of Flames Forget me not
, ,
- -
,
Br idewor t,
— i n shor t the whole blest lot
,
— L ei gh H u nt .
’
Twas twelve at last my heart beat high !
—
I f he be amongst ye say ,
H e i s Venus runa w ay
’
.
e —Ben Jonson
.
S hall L ove be blind to faults that L ove hath
made ?
The t oo hot blood fr om br ain to hear t upwell
i ng,
To cheeks that bur n too passionate a shade
S hall L ove be blind ?
made ,
— John
Young C upid went storming to Vulcan one day , ,
“
Tis useless ! he cried you must mend it I say
’ !
, , ,
Ti sn t fit to let fly at a sparr ow
’ ’
.
the dar t ,
— E li za C ook .
’
T other day as I was twining
R oses for a crown to dine i n
, ,
— L ei gh H u nt .
S a mu el Bu tler .
L ove i na shower safe shelter took
,
— R obert Bloomfield .
— C ha r les Fenno H Of ma n .
M a ri a
— E dgewor t
98 9 4 9 1
I sa wyoung L ove make t r ial of his b ow ,
— W lt a er C ra ne .
— S ha k espea re .
O nce Venus deeming Love too fat
, ,
“
C r ied Love A sho t at you young sinner !
, ,
“
I m neithe r dove nor lark nor star ling !
’
, ,
“
N O fainting C upid cr ied not quite !
, ,
— S elected .
0 when will C upid show such arte
TO st r ike tw o lover s with one dar te ?
I m ice to him or hee to me !
’
Wi lli am S trode
.
— L di a
y M a ri a C hild .
— S ha kespea re .
That very time I saw ! but thou couldst not )
Flying between the cold moon and the ear th ,
—S ha kes ea re
p .
“
This heart qu oth he I will not sell
,
!
,
scar !
M azi e V C a ru thers
. .
C an he pass or we forget ?
,
E ven so .
— A l r ed Tennyson
f .
C H AP T E R E I GH T
DWELLIN G
’
LOVE s
0 L ove builds on the azu r e sea ,
chanted n ,
“
I ll build in thi s gar den ! the thought i s
’
divine .
wanted
An image of Friendship to place on the shr ine , .
her ,
, , ,
So the bar gain was struck ! with the little god
laden ,
“
Far ewell said the sculptor you r e not the
! ’
, ,
fir st maiden
Who came but for Fr iendship and took away ,
!
Love .
Thomas M oore .
Is pervious to L ove !
With bandaged eyes he never err s ,
H i s blinding light
H e fli ngeth white
O n God s and S atan s br ood
’ ’
,
A nd r econciles
B y mystic wiles
T he evi l and the good .
lover
I ve conned thee an a nswer it waits thee to
’
night .
!
clover ,
I ngelow .
CH A PTE R N I NE
’
LOVE s M A! I M S
O I
, see thee old and formal fitted to thy petty
,
part ,
— P lu ta r ch .
— S elected .
— Old Ballad .
— M i lls .
— Bla i se Pasca l .
The love of one i s tr ue love ! the love of many
R i cha rdson .
— R ober t Bu r ton .
Willi am C a r ew H azli tt .
— Thomas H olcroft .
F aint hear t ne er ’
w on fair lady .
— Sir W lt a er S co tt
.
Old
-
Prover b .
M arry in debt and r epent i n a flat .
M oder n M aa i m '
.
— N ursery R hyme .
— A lfr ed T ennyson .
’
L ove s thing that s never out of season
’
a .
“
— Ba rry C ornw a ll .
! y
Br a n W lle a r Pr oc te r .
)
Old S ong
- .
H enry Fi eldi ng .
— S ha k es ea re
p .
— C olle C i b ber
y .
— L or d L yttleton .
— Wi lli a m S henstone .
C H A P T E R TE N
LOVE V
CH I ALRY
Ther e lived a knight when knighthood was in
flow
’
r,
— S elec ted .
H av ing this day my hor se my hand my lance
, ,
— S i r P hi li S i dne
p y .
Ian .
! John W ts n a o .
Ro m a nce for some the days o f yore
—
— C li nton S colla rd
.
— M yr tle R eed.
King Fr ancis was a hear ty king and loved a ,
royal sport ,
the court !
The nobles filled the benches with the ladi es in ,
their pr ide ,
ing show ,
ing j aws !
They hi t they glar ed gave blows like beams a
, , ,
g a i n d
’
his place ,
li ke that — L ei gh H unt
!
. .
Gra ha m of Ga rtmore .
Call back the gor geous past !
The lists are set the trumpets sound
, ,
“
S inging Fr om P alestine hither I come
, ,
“
S ighing ,In sear ch of thee would I m ight,
r oam ,
name ,
“
S inging Fr om P alestin e hither I come
, ,
— Old S ong .
To pr ompt a theme
For B eaut y s dr e am
’
,
— T homas H ood
.
S leep sweet beloved one sleep sweet !
, , ,
S leep ,
sweet beloved one sleep sweet !
, ,
A sister to t he night .
— E dward C oa te Pi nkney .
S ta r s
of the summe
Far in you azur e deeps ,
S he sleeps !
M y la dy sleep s!
S leeps !
S he sleeps !
M y lady sleeps !
S leeps!
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Dreams of the summer night !
Tell h er her lover keeps
,
S he sleeps !
My lady sleeps!
S leeps !
— H enry Wdw a s or th L ongfellow .
Good night
- . Good night
-
. Ah , good the
night
T hat wr aps thee in its silver light .
Good night
- .
Good night
- . ever y night as sweet
Be
A s that which made ou r love complete ,
Good night
- .
— S . Wei r M i tchell .
N 0 no ! tis not the tangled dew
,
’
,
’
Tis not the silver fr etted sand-
,
It i s my ow n dear lady tr ue
With golden hair and lily hand !
0 noble pilot steer for Tr oy !
,
— Ba ya r d Taylor .
S he meanwhile remote fr om me
, ,
-
Thoma s W ntw
e orth H iggi nson .
I ar ise fr om dr eam s of thee
In the fir st sleep O f night ,
A nd a spir it i n my feet
H ath led m e w ho knows how ?
—
As I must di e on thi ne ,
A wake ! A wake !
L ook forth my love for Love s sweet sake !
’
, ,
A wake S o ft
dews will soon arise
—
—
Awake Within the musk rose bower -
A wake ! Awake !
S how all thy love for L ove s sweet sake !
’
Ba rr y C ornwa ll .
ler Pr oc te r .
)
Awake thee my L ady love !
,
-
A ll t hr ough the a i r !
The st ock dove is mu rmuring
-
Loud as she da re .
s w i ng d b uglem an
A pollo
’ ’
C anno t conta in ,
B i r d O f my bower !
The sweetes t and sleepies t
B ir d at this hour .
George Darley .
John Payne - .
Why did she love him ? C ur ious fool ! b e still
Is hum an love the gr owth of hum an will ?
— L or d Byron .
A woman w ho really loves a man
governs him unconsciously to herself by the twin
, ,
’
— —
his own weapons s he fails she must fail she —
deserv es to fail !
— M a ri e C o r elli .
O f spe aking fir st .
—S ha k es ea r e
p .
But
I love you sir ,
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r e s nd
—
’
Why the —
yes it m u s
, t b u t c an— i b e t—
! uee r a r e th e ways O f f a t e an d f or t u ne s ’
chances ?
books ,
, ,
sweet ?
T ru st thou thy Love :if she be mute is she not ,
pu r e ?
L ay thou thy soul full in her hands low at her ,
feet
F ail S u n and Br ea th l yet for thy peace she
,
—
, ,
shall endur e .
— John R uski n .
— S ha kespea r e .
— Fr a nces L i ttle .
N trust you dear ? N ay tis not t rue
ot , ,
’
— H a nna h P a r k er K i mba ll .
“
Ti mo thy Ti tc om b .
! J G
. H olla.nd .
)
’
Tis so long I can t r emember ’
— R ober t Browni n
g .
Alas ! to seize the moment
When heart inclines to heart ,
S elec ted .
A nd then aw ay he goes !
, , ,
Roseshave thorns ! and love is thorny too ! ,
flower ,
! S a r a h C . W oo sl ey )
.
S ha k espea r e .
W bst e er .
! A write r laments the want o f a suitable E n
g
li sh wor d for a young woman whom a man is en
ged to mar ry )
.
“
S ince your best girl is but a phr ase
!
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A nd both fond he ar ts a re a ll aflame ,
! This I ve
’
been told ) nor less p r eferr ed
— Jo el B enton .
L ive ,
work and love ! as heaven assign
,
— Di na h M ulock C rai k .
There wer e thr ee maidens who loved a King !
They sat togeth er beside the sea !
“
One cried I love him a nd I would di e
, ,
— L u cy H a mi lton H OOper .
— Oli ver W nd ll H
e e olmes .
Why can t clever women marr y and m a k e
’
S elected .
He o d sway the gentlest girlish hea r t
w ho w ul
George B a r low .
H e that love s a r osy cheek
O r a coral li p admires ,
—T ho mas C a r ew .
Deco rati on .
P alpitati on !
T repidat ion
O n the lover s side
’
.
Desperation !
O sc ulation .
Wh at is a poet s love ’
A nd fustianize upon i t .
O ut upon it ! I have loved
Thr ee whole days together !
A nd a m like t o love three mor e ,
Is due at all to me !
Love wi th me ha d made no stays ,
—S i r John S uckli ng .
—Geor e E b ers
g .
S O to mak e my meri t more
I ll go b eyond the letter !
’
-G
eorge A Ba ker Jr . , .
wed
Do ubt o er ! and w i th a wife to sa y we end
’
, ,
—
That man i s heir to ti s a consummation ’
, ,
, ,
The i nsolence of r i vals and the sli ghts
,
—
No bachelor r etur ns puzzles our wills !
And makes us r ather bear the ills w e have ,
— A non mous
y .
L u cas M a let
.
Lege r H a r r i son i )
‘
! M a r y S t .
Inmany a marriage made for gold
The br ide i s bought and the bri degr oom sol d
-
.
— A nony m o us .
wi ves .
— C ha r les L a m b .
“
I ll gi v é to you a paper of pins
’
“ ’
I ll give to you the key of my hea rt ,
— O ld S ong .
“
Fo r ego the weed befor e we go to wed .
fanner
To have you r A nna give up your H avana
, .
— S elec ted .
— M a uri ce H ew le tt .
’
L EN VO I
— Lili a n B ell .
L ove
s history as L i fe is ended not
’ ’
, s,
By marr iage .
-
Ba ya r d Ta y lor .
— S ir WJ. on es.
By r on .
There is no j o
y the j oy of lov e .
— S ele c ted.
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B URNETT FR A NC ES HODGSO N , 14
B URN S ROBER T , v 56
B UR TON RO B ER T , 1 19
B U T LER S AM U EL , 98
B Y RON LORD , 1 2, 63 , 7 1 , 1 59, 1 84
C AM P B ELL T HOMAS , 1 7, 45 1 79
C AM PBELL WI LL IAM WI LFRED , 7
C A RE W T HOMA S , 1 79
C A RLYLE T HO MA S , 71
C A RUT HERS MA ! I E V , . 1 05
CA RY AL ICE
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CERV A N T ES 1 25
CH A P MA N GEORGE , 1 4, 31
CH I LD L YD IA MA R IA
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H E YW OOD JOHN ,
HI GG I N S ON T HOMA S W EN TWOR T H ,
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HOWE LLS WI LL I AM D E A N ,
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