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<p>&quot;Eros&quot; by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ralph_Waldo_Emerson" target="_self">Ralph Waldo Emerson</a> (1803-1882):</p>
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<p> The sense of the world is short,&#8211;<br /> Long and various the report,&#8211;<br />&#160;&#160;&#160; To love and be beloved;<br /> Men and gods have not outlearned it;<br /> And, how oft soe’er they’ve turned it,<br />&#160;&#160;&#160; ‘Tis not to be improved.</p>
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<p>(Photo of the Head of Eros, 2nd century AD. Museum of Ephesus, Turkey, by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ian-w-scott/4680393703/" target="_self">Ian W Scott</a>)</p>
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