Giving even when you know repayment is not possible
- godsa aid let not my bones lie in a public location with crowds too assiduous in their crossing of it for thus are tombs
- men in law are equals
- ayou should not believe hostile tongues abeauty is slanderas cock shy aall lovely women have known thisa ayour glory is not outblotted by venoma aphoebus our witness your hands are unspotteda
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Better late thrive than never do well
men in law are equals
lovers at unknown doors âNight dogs the marks of a drunken scurry âThese are your images
Godsâ aid let not my bones lie in a public location with crowds too assiduous in their crossing of it; For thus are tombs
You should not believe hostile tongues âBeauty is slanderâs cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venomâ âPhoebus our witness your hands are unspotted
I was as poor as you are; âWhen I
My light light of my eyes you are escaped
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A breakup looms
Roman authors clear the street O ye Greeks For a much larger Iliad is in the course
It is old Vidal
home of the novelist There is a satin
Jove be merciful to that unfortunate woman Or an ornamental death will be held to your debit The time is come the air
I shift my pains to other Hers will I be dead If she confers such nights upon me long is my
she wonât have me now Death is my
Persephone and Dis Dis have mercy upon her There are enough women in hell quite enough beautiful women Iope and Tyro and Pasiphae and the formal girls of Achaia And out of Troad and from the Campania Death has its tooth in the lot Avernus lusts for the lot of them Beauty is not eternal no man
Calliope nor Apollo sung these things into my ear My genius is no more than a girl
Euphrates denies its protection to the Parthian and apologizes for Crassusâ And âIt is I
Actaeon.... And a valley The valley is thick with leaves
It is noble to die of love and honourable to remain uncuckolded
It is our
It is Cabestanâs
Actian marshes Virgil is Phoebus
There is O
You sometimes will lament a lost friend For it is a custom
Now you may bear fateâs stroke unperturbed Or Jove harsh as he is may turn aside your
I have not the faculty âThe bare attempt would be praiseworthy.â âIn things of similar magnitude the mere will to act is sufficient
age of 27 Its home mail is still opened
she with ivory fingers drive a tune through the lyre We look at the process How easy the moving fingers; if hair is mussed
Gioku: âThis wind sire is the kingâs
I with my beak hauled ashore would proceed in a more stately manner My Muse is eager to instruct me
her forehead If she goes in a gleam of Cos in a slither of dyed stuff There is a volume
basket is lined with satin There
world run rack And go dark with cloud Light is Where
Abelardâ as if the topic Were much too abstruse for his comprehension And he talked about âthe Great Maryâ And said: âMr. Pound is shocked at my
cow keep her calf.â âThis wind is held in gauze
Her ambition is vague and indefinite She
I have naught Save troubles and sad thought And nothing is grievous as I
her left foot in a basket Is an infant
heaves in torridity The dry earth pants against the canicular heat But this heat is not the root
I do not live nor cure me Nor feel my achegreat as it is For
ages sang Venus the last sings of a tumult And I also will sing war when this matter of a girl is exhausted
She now writes to me from a convent; Her life is obscure and troubled; Her
she speaks ill of light women and will not praise Homer Because Helenâs conduct is âunsuitable
my heart is set No message I
curtains....â âNo wind is the kingâs
palace Shaking imperial waterjets.â And RanTi opening his collar: âThis wind roars in the earthâs bag it lays the water with rushes; âNo wind is the kingâs
And the cloak floatedâ Slander is up betimes
scarlet flower is cast
Now if ever it is time
heart in the dish.â ââIt is Cabestanâs
It is an officer
cloak floats on the surface Schiavoni caught on the woodbarge Gives out the afterbirth Giovanni Borgia Trails out no more at night where Barabello Prods the Popeâs elephant and gets no crown where Mozarello Takes the Calabrian roadway and for ending Is smothered
my love is there
mother wrote verses And that the father wrote verses And that the youngest son was in a publisherâs office And that the friend of the second daughter was undergoing a novel The young American pilgrim Exclaimed: âThis is a darnâd
You should not believe hostile tongues âBeauty is slanderâs
friend of my wifeâs there is a photograph
cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venom
springtime is sweet And
Out of the wind that blows from her That dancing and gentle is and Thereby
Turn not Venus into a blinded motion Eyes are the guides of love Paris took Helen naked coming from the bed of Menelaus Endymionâs naked body bright bait for Dianaâ such at least is the story
Virgin Arabia shakes in her inmost dwelling.â If any land shrink into a distant seacoast it is a mere postponement
pains bite Deep torture is but galzeardy
day Garonne is thick like
She has abandoned the vicar For he was lacking in vehemence; She is now
And here I am since going down of sun And pray to God that is St
Faunâs flesh is not to us
And décolleté.... It is a lady
her is all my
photograph Of the times when the sleeves were large Silk stiff and large above the lacertus That is the upper arm
husband will not divorce her; Her mind is as ever uncultivated And
John Borgia is bathed
He who is now
I only and who elrische pain support Know out loveâs heart oâerborne by overlove For my desire that is so firm and straight And
Varro sang Jasonâs expedition Varro of his great passion Leucadia There is song
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Lou Thesz press
You should not believe hostile tongues âBeauty is slanderâs cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venomâ âPhoebus our witness your hands are unspotted
men in law are equals
I was as poor as you are; âWhen I
My light light of my eyes you are escaped
Godsâ aid let not my bones lie in a public location with crowds too assiduous in their crossing of it; For thus are tombs
lovers at unknown doors âNight dogs the marks of a drunken scurry âThese are your images
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YOU SHOULD NOT BELIEVE HOSTILE TONGUES ÂBEAUTY IS SLANDERÂS COCKSHY ÂALL LOVELY WOMEN HAVE KNOWN THISÂ ÂYOUR GLORY IS NOT OUTBLOTTED BY VENOMÂ ÂPHOEBUS OUR WITNESS YOUR HANDS ARE UNSPOTTED
GODSÂ AID LET NOT MY BONES LIE IN A PUBLIC LOCATION WITH CROWDS TOO ASSIDUOUS IN THEIR CROSSING OF IT; FOR THUS ARE TOMBS
MY LIGHT LIGHT OF MY EYES YOU ARE ESCAPED
LOVERS AT UNKNOWN DOORS ÂNIGHT DOGS THE MARKS OF A DRUNKEN SCURRY ÂTHESE ARE YOUR IMAGES
MEN IN LAW ARE EQUALS
I WAS AS POOR AS YOU ARE; ÂWHEN I
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AIN'T THAT "GRAND"
Sanazarro âAlone out of all the court was faithful to himâ For the gossip of Naplesâ trouble drifts to North Fracastor lightning was midwife Cotta and Ser DâAlviano Al poco giorno ed al gran cerchio dâombra Talk the talks out with Navighero Burner of yearly Martials The slavelet is mourned in vain And
Jove be merciful to that unfortunate woman Or an ornamental death will be held to your debit The time is come the air
Varro sang Jasonâs expedition Varro of his great passion Leucadia There is song
And décolleté.... It is a lady
basket is lined with satin There
home of the novelist There is a satin
You sometimes will lament a lost friend For it is a custom
Actaeon.... And a valley The valley is thick with leaves
She now writes to me from a convent; Her life is obscure and troubled; Her
cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venom
heart in the dish.â ââIt is Cabestanâs
And the cloak floatedâ Slander is up betimes
Gioku: âThis wind sire is the kingâs
palace Shaking imperial waterjets.â And RanTi opening his collar: âThis wind roars in the earthâs bag it lays the water with rushes; âNo wind is the kingâs
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Reverse hangman
My light light of my eyes you are escaped
men in law are equals
You should not believe hostile tongues âBeauty is slanderâs cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venomâ âPhoebus our witness your hands are unspotted
I was as poor as you are; âWhen I
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Taking an imaginative or creative approach to problem solving
YOU SHOULD NOT BELIEVE HOSTILE TONGUES ÂBEAUTY IS SLANDERÂS COCKSHY ÂALL LOVELY WOMEN HAVE KNOWN THISÂ ÂYOUR GLORY IS NOT OUTBLOTTED BY VENOMÂ ÂPHOEBUS OUR WITNESS YOUR HANDS ARE UNSPOTTED
I WAS AS POOR AS YOU ARE; ÂWHEN I
MY LIGHT LIGHT OF MY EYES YOU ARE ESCAPED
MEN IN LAW ARE EQUALS
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CROSSWORD CLUES "Q" (WOLFPOINT)
MY HEART IS SET NO MESSAGE I
SANAZARRO ÂALONE OUT OF ALL THE COURT WAS FAITHFUL TO HIMÂ FOR THE GOSSIP OF NAPLESÂ TROUBLE DRIFTS TO NORTH FRACASTOR LIGHTNING WAS MIDWIFE COTTA AND SER DÂALVIANO AL POCO GIORNO ED AL GRAN CERCHIO DÂOMBRA TALK THE TALKS OUT WITH NAVIGHERO BURNER OF YEARLY MARTIALS THE SLAVELET IS MOURNED IN VAIN AND
HER IS ALL MY
MOTHER WROTE VERSES AND THAT THE FATHER WROTE VERSES AND THAT THE YOUNGEST SON WAS IN A PUBLISHERÂS OFFICE AND THAT THE FRIEND OF THE SECOND DAUGHTER WAS UNDERGOING A NOVEL THE YOUNG AMERICAN PILGRIM EXCLAIMED: ÂTHIS IS A DARNÂD
AND DéCOLLETé.... IT IS A LADY
FRIEND OF MY WIFEÂS THERE IS A PHOTOGRAPH
HUSBAND WILL NOT DIVORCE HER; HER MIND IS AS EVER UNCULTIVATED AND
PAINS BITE DEEP TORTURE IS BUT GALZEARDY
YOU SHOULD NOT BELIEVE HOSTILE TONGUES ÂBEAUTY IS SLANDERÂS
SHE WONÂT HAVE ME NOW DEATH IS MY
IT IS OUR
HE WHO IS NOW
PALACE SHAKING IMPERIAL WATERJETS. AND RANTI OPENING HIS COLLAR: ÂTHIS WIND ROARS IN THE EARTHÂS BAG IT LAYS THE WATER WITH RUSHES; ÂNO WIND IS THE KINGÂS
YOU SOMETIMES WILL LAMENT A LOST FRIEND FOR IT IS A CUSTOM
JOHN BORGIA IS BATHED
SHE NOW WRITES TO ME FROM A CONVENT; HER LIFE IS OBSCURE AND TROUBLED; HER
HOME OF THE NOVELIST THERE IS A SATIN
THE TALE OF THY DEEDS ODYSSEUS! AND TOLOSAN GROUND RENTS SOLD BY GUILLAUME NINTH DUKE OF AQUITAINE; TILL LOUIS IS WED
THEE THAN IS HIS
PERSEPHONE AND DIS DIS HAVE MERCY UPON HER THERE ARE ENOUGH WOMEN IN HELL QUITE ENOUGH BEAUTIFUL WOMEN IOPE AND TYRO AND PASIPHAE AND THE FORMAL GIRLS OF ACHAIA AND OUT OF TROAD AND FROM THE CAMPANIA DEATH HAS ITS TOOTH IN THE LOT AVERNUS LUSTS FOR THE LOT OF THEM BEAUTY IS NOT ETERNAL NO MAN
IT IS OLD VIDAL
ROMAN AUTHORS CLEAR THE STREET O YE GREEKS FOR A MUCH LARGER ILIAD IS IN THE COURSE
BASKET IS LINED WITH SATIN THERE
COCKSHY ÂALL LOVELY WOMEN HAVE KNOWN THISÂ ÂYOUR GLORY IS NOT OUTBLOTTED BY VENOM
I DO NOT LIVE NOR CURE ME NOR FEEL MY ACHEGREAT AS IT IS FOR
ABELARDÂ AS IF THE TOPIC WERE MUCH TOO ABSTRUSE FOR HIS COMPREHENSION AND HE TALKED ABOUT ÂTHE GREAT MARYÂ AND SAID: ÂMR. POUND IS SHOCKED AT MY
HEAVES IN TORRIDITY THE DRY EARTH PANTS AGAINST THE CANICULAR HEAT BUT THIS HEAT IS NOT THE ROOT
SCARLET FLOWER IS CAST
WORLD RUN RACK AND GO DARK WITH CLOUD LIGHT IS WHERE
ELEANOR; THE WHEEL ... ÂCONRAD THE WHEEL TURNS AND IN THE END TURNS ILLÂ AND ACRE AND BOYÂS LOVE ... FOR HER UNCLE WAS COMMANDANT AT ACRE SHE WAS PLEASED WITH HIM; AND LOUIS FRENCH KING WAS JEALOUS OF DAYS UNSHARED THIS PAIR HAD HAD TOGETHER IN YEARS GONE; AND HE DRIVES ON FOR ZION AS ÂGOD WILLSÂ TO FIND IN SIX WEEKS TIME THE QUEENÂS SCARF IS TWISTED
I SHIFT MY PAINS TO OTHER HERS WILL I BE DEAD IF SHE CONFERS SUCH NIGHTS UPON ME LONG IS MY
THERE IS O
HER AMBITION IS VAGUE AND INDEFINITE SHE
OUT OF THE WIND THAT BLOWS FROM HER THAT DANCING AND GENTLE IS AND THEREBY
DAMNÂD ATHEISTS! ALIKE MAHOMET GROWLS AND CHRIST GRUTCHES MORE SULLEN FOR SICILIAN SENSE THAN DOES MAHOUND ON MALEK. THE BRIGHT COAT IS MORE TO THE ERA
CLOAK FLOATS ON THE SURFACE SCHIAVONI CAUGHT ON THE WOODBARGE GIVES OUT THE AFTERBIRTH GIOVANNI BORGIA TRAILS OUT NO MORE AT NIGHT WHERE BARABELLO PRODS THE POPEÂS ELEPHANT AND GETS NO CROWN WHERE MOZARELLO TAKES THE CALABRIAN ROADWAY AND FOR ENDING IS SMOTHERED
SPRINGTIME IS SWEET AND
MY LOVE IS THERE
VARRO SANG JASONÂS EXPEDITION VARRO OF HIS GREAT PASSION LEUCADIA THERE IS SONG
I HAVE NAUGHT SAVE TROUBLES AND SAD THOUGHT AND NOTHING IS GRIEVOUS AS I
TURN NOT VENUS INTO A BLINDED MOTION EYES ARE THE GUIDES OF LOVE PARIS TOOK HELEN NAKED COMING FROM THE BED OF MENELAUS ENDYMIONÂS NAKED BODY BRIGHT BAIT FOR DIANAÂ SUCH AT LEAST IS THE STORY
JOVE BE MERCIFUL TO THAT UNFORTUNATE WOMAN OR AN ORNAMENTAL DEATH WILL BE HELD TO YOUR DEBIT THE TIME IS COME THE AIR
PHOTOGRAPH OF THE TIMES WHEN THE SLEEVES WERE LARGE SILK STIFF AND LARGE ABOVE THE LACERTUS THAT IS THE UPPER ARM
SI TUIT LI DOL EL PLOR EL MARRIMEN DEL MON WERE SET TOGETHER THEY WOULD SEEM BUT LIGHT AGAINST THE DEATH OF THE YOUNG ENGLISH KING HARRY THE YOUNG IS DEAD AND ALL MEN
IT IS CABESTANÂS
GIOKU: ÂTHIS WIND SIRE IS THE KINGÂS
CURTAINS.... ÂNO WIND IS THE KINGÂS
SHE HAS ABANDONED THE VICAR FOR HE WAS LACKING IN VEHEMENCE; SHE IS NOW
AND HERE I AM SINCE GOING DOWN OF SUN AND PRAY TO GOD THAT IS ST
ACTAEON.... AND A VALLEY THE VALLEY IS THICK WITH LEAVES
I ONLY AND WHO ELRISCHE PAIN SUPPORT KNOW OUT LOVEÂS HEART OÂERBORNE BY OVERLOVE FOR MY DESIRE THAT IS SO FIRM AND STRAIGHT AND
ACTIAN MARSHES VIRGIL IS PHOEBUS
DAY GARONNE IS THICK LIKE
FAUNÂS FLESH IS NOT TO US
HEART IN THE DISH. ÂÂIT IS CABESTANÂS
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Whatever you want, you'll get it
I was as poor as you are; âWhen I
men in law are equals
You should not believe hostile tongues âBeauty is slanderâs cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venomâ âPhoebus our witness your hands are unspotted
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Phoenix splash (SCORPIOFORE-CPE)
It is old Vidal
messenger should come wholly empty and a slave should fear plausibilities; Much conversation is as good as having a home
scarlet flower is cast
Jove be merciful to that unfortunate woman Or an ornamental death will be held to your debit The time is come the air
Varro sang Jasonâs expedition Varro of his great passion Leucadia There is song
I have naught Save troubles and sad thought And nothing is grievous as I
basket is lined with satin There
age of 27 Its home mail is still opened
my heart is set No message I
It is an officer
cockshy âAll lovely women have known thisâ âYour glory is not outblotted by venom
springtime is sweet And
Abelardâ as if the topic Were much too abstruse for his comprehension And he talked about âthe Great Maryâ And said: âMr. Pound is shocked at my
Euphrates denies its protection to the Parthian and apologizes for Crassusâ And âIt is I
Virgin Arabia shakes in her inmost dwelling.â If any land shrink into a distant seacoast it is a mere postponement
Faunâs flesh is not to us
Persephone and Dis Dis have mercy upon her There are enough women in hell quite enough beautiful women Iope and Tyro and Pasiphae and the formal girls of Achaia And out of Troad and from the Campania Death has its tooth in the lot Avernus lusts for the lot of them Beauty is not eternal no man
It is our
I have not the faculty âThe bare attempt would be praiseworthy.â âIn things of similar magnitude the mere will to act is sufficient
her is all my
her forehead If she goes in a gleam of Cos in a slither of dyed stuff There is a volume
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COMPLETES THE QUOTATION
GODSÂ AID LET NOT MY BONES LIE IN A PUBLIC LOCATION WITH CROWDS TOO ASSIDUOUS IN THEIR CROSSING OF IT; FOR THUS ARE TOMBS
YOU SHOULD NOT BELIEVE HOSTILE TONGUES ÂBEAUTY IS SLANDERÂS COCKSHY ÂALL LOVELY WOMEN HAVE KNOWN THISÂ ÂYOUR GLORY IS NOT OUTBLOTTED BY VENOMÂ ÂPHOEBUS OUR WITNESS YOUR HANDS ARE UNSPOTTED
MEN IN LAW ARE EQUALS
I WAS AS POOR AS YOU ARE; ÂWHEN I
LOVERS AT UNKNOWN DOORS ÂNIGHT DOGS THE MARKS OF A DRUNKEN SCURRY ÂTHESE ARE YOUR IMAGES
BACCHUS AND APOLLO IN FAVOUR OF IT THERE WILL BE A CROWD OF YOUNG WOMEN DOING HOMAGE TO MY PALAVER THOUGH MY HOUSE IS NOT PROPPED UP BY TAENARIAN COLUMNS FROM LACONIA ASSOCIATED WITH NEPTUNE AND CERBERUS THOUGH IT IS NOT STRETCHED UPON GILDED BEAMS; MY ORCHARDS DO NOT LIE LEVEL AND WIDE AS THE FORESTS OF PHAECIA THE LUXURIOUS AND IONIAN NOR ARE MY CAVERNS STUFFED
MY LIGHT LIGHT OF MY EYES YOU ARE ESCAPED
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