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“Thus I conceive, Phaedrus, that Love was originally of surpassing beauty and goodness, and is latterly the cause of similar excellences in others. And now I am moved to summon the aid of verse, and tell how it is he who makes—“Peace among men, and a windless waveless main;
Repose for winds, and slumber in our pain.
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Repose for winds, and slumber in our pain.
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