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For to what could anyone liken something
mortal which arouses immortal longing in the beholder, the sight of which does
not satiate, and when removed from sight lingers in the memory, which in human
form possesses a natural beauty worthy of the gods, like a flower in its
comeliness, beyond suspicion of imperfections? Furthermore, it is impossible to
impute to your person even those blemishes which in the past have marred many
another who has shared in beauty.
Demosthenes. Demosthenes with an English translation by Norman W. DeWitt, Ph.D., and Norman J. DeWitt, Ph.D. Cambridge, MA, Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1949.
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