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‘Gardens are not made by singing ‘Oh, how beautiful,’ and sitting in the shade.’
— Rudyard Kipling
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‘Fame, like a wayward girl, will still be coy to those who woo her with too slavish knees.’
— John Keats
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‘All men are born equal, but quite a few get over it.’
— Lord Stormont Mancroft