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...Silence, eloquent. The silence often of pure innocence Persuades, when speaking fails. 13 — ii. 2. ; 353 Delusion of imagination. O, who can hold a fire...tooth doth never rankle more, Than when it bites, but lanceth not the sore. 17— i. 3. 334 Violence of love. This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent...

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