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Sir Walter Raleigh

Sir Walter Raleigh

The Silent Lover I

PASSIONS are liken’d best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
  The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover
That they are poor in that which makes a lover.

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