Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
Night is the mother of counsels. — George Herbert
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