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What's the best thing in the world? June-rose, by May-dew impearled; Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;…

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight…

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say "I love her for her smile—her look—her way…