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 1   2|    not pursue so dire a hope; put out that fire. Love is not
 2   3|  fragments of the letter, and put each in its proper place,
 3   3|      and your messengers, nor put me in the ranks of those
 4   3| erudition. For that is not to put out the fire, but to blow
 5   3|       of all my troubles, and put an end to my martyrdom at
 6   5|    she took off her mourning, put on the ornaments she had
 7   7|    him throw away his purple, put on a sack, and, from being
 8   8|   stupidity of man. We’ll not put up with the briefest labour
 9  10| taking off his sack-cloth, he put on his own attire and told
10  10|        fool that I am, I have put my fate into a woman’s hands.
11  10|    when he taught me never to put faith in any woman. He used
12  10|     adulterers have even been put upon the rack. But say he
13  14|       and never discovered. I put myself in your hands, I
14  14|      title. Into your hands I put and I entrust Lucretia and
15  16|     help me, Pandalus; let us put this bolt against the gate,
16  18|     implore you, my Lucretia, put such ideas out of your head,
17  20|      she came to herself, she put away her robes of purple
18  20|      by this great sorrow, he put on mourning and would not