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1 Pre| never had any part in true happiness: and this will be a kind
2   2|    death. I seek a kind of happiness. With rope and dagger, precipice
3   3| face. But it is not for my happiness, that I should love you.
4   8|   joy, but for love, whose happiness may be compared to smoke,
5   8|    pleasures, my spring of happiness, my honeycomb. Come, my
6  10|   in fear, now one full of happiness. But as he spoke of his
7  13|   and puts an end to their happiness. Euryalus in a panic wonders
8  18|   or if you have known any happiness with me, take pity, I pray
9  20|  jests could recall her to happiness. And after she had survived