Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. — Margaret Cavendish
Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. — Margaret Cavendish
Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. — Margaret Cavendish
Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. — Margaret Cavendish
Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit. — Margaret Cavendish
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Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

— Margaret Cavendish
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