Love! why, the very word is a breathing...

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Love! why, the very word is a breathing satire upon a man's reason - a mania, indigenous to humanity - nature's jester, who plays off tricks upon the world, and trips up common sense. When I'm in love, I'll write an almanac, for very lack of wit - prognosticate the sighing season - when to beware of tears - about this time, expect matrimony to be prevalent! Ha! ha! Why should I lay out my life in love's bonds upon the bare security of a man's word?]

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