There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

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On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet.

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Eat, drink and love...the rest is not worth a nickel

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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar? The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.

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I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

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But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

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Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

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Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.

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Friendship may, and often does, grow into love, but love never subsides into friendship.

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What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

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