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I Never Prize an Easy Fair

 
 
The huntsman o’er the hills pursues
The timid hare, and keenly views
The tracks of hinds amid the snow,
Nor heeds the wint’ry winds that blow.
But should a stranger mildly say,
Accept the game I kill’d today;
The proffer’d gift he quickly scorns,
And to th’ uncertain chase returns:
Such is my love; I never prize
An easy fair, but her who flies.

Callimachus (c. 310-240 B.C.)

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"If he's honest, he'll steal; if he's human, he'll murder; if he's faithful, he'll deceive. Being at a loss to resolve these questions, I am resolved to leave them without any resolution." I have so much to say to you that I am afraid I shall tell you nothing."

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