You say, you nothing owe; and so I say:
He only owes, who something hath to pay.
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MARTIAL: (_Hay_), ii., 3.


=Decay.=

Before decay's effacing fingers
Have swept the lines where beauty lingers.
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BYRON: _Giaour,_ Line 68.

The ruins of himself! now worn away
With age, yet still majestic in decay.
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POPE: _Odyssey,_ Bk. xxiv., Line 271.


=Deceit.=

Ah, that deceit should steal such gentle shapes,
And with a virtuous visor hide deep vice.
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SHAKS.: _Richard III.,_ Act ii., Sc. 2.

O, what a tangled web we weave,
When first we practise to deceive.
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