10 THEFLOKAL 
APRICOT-BLOSSOM. 
The world hath not a sweeter creature. 
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What an eye!—Methinks it sounds a parley 
of provocation.—An inviting eye, and yet, 
methinks, right modest. 
Shakspeare. 
An eye, like Mars, to threaten and command, 
A combination and a form, indeed, 
Where every god did seem to set his seal 
To give the world assurance of a man. 
Shakspeare. 
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