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"What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly;
'tis dearness only that gives everything its value."

Thomas Paine


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O were my Love you lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd.

Robert Burns



Soft, the lonely hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping,
I, my lonely vigil keeping,
All through the night.

~ Welsh Folk Song ~


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"Though my soul may set in darkness,
It will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
To be fearful of the night."

An Old Astronomer To His Pupil


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