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"And vpon an other tyme Vyrgilius did put out al the fyre that was in Reine, that no man coulde get fyre 
but onelye at one womans ars, the whyche had deceyued hym."
The deceyte of women, to the instruction and ensample of all men yonge and olde, newly corrected, 
An olde deceyte of Vergilius, 1560.

Erika: Sure! Oh, wait... I meant "no."

"Oh woman—woman! Who but a woman would have thought of this?"
Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac, Act III, l. 106-107 [De Guiche].

XXXTENTACION — SAD!
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"The wolf-cub at even lay hid in the corn,
When the smoke of the cooking hung gray:
He knew where the doe made a couch for her fawn,
And he looked to his strength for his prey.
But the moon swept the smoke-wreaths away.
And he turned from his meal in the villager’s close,
And he bayed to the moon as she rose.
—In Seonee"
Rudyard Kipling, The Light That Failed, Lippincott's Monthly Magazine, January 1891.

He that bites his nose off, shames his face: Fenris needs one more slaver to be full of himself.