The slowest kiss makes too much haste. — Thomas Middleton
The slowest kiss makes too much haste. — Thomas Middleton
The slowest kiss makes too much haste. — Thomas Middleton
The slowest kiss makes too much haste. — Thomas Middleton
The slowest kiss makes too much haste. — Thomas Middleton
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The slowest kiss makes too much haste.

— Thomas Middleton
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