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Injustice sleeps in a bed of roses which rests on a bed of thorns.

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The lamb ‘love’ and the wolf ‘hate’ tarry not long in the same pen.

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A feather from the wing of truth is of more weight than a mountain of lies.

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Only the key sympathy can unlock the sacred chamber hidden in every heart.

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The bloodless wreath of love is stronger than a tyrant’s chain.  The one shall yet bind the world, the other be broken by a simple wish.

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