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Danh ngôn của Bryan Procter (Sứ mệnh: 2)

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.
O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and hopes away on thee!
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.