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Paul Strassburg

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Secret Counsellor of the King of Sweden, Gustav the 2nd Adolf Paul Strassburg (1595 – 1654) was born at Nurnberg in 1595, two years after his father, a jurist, settled in the town arriving from Saxony. He acquired an academic degree at Altdorf. For three years he studied Italian and Latin in Italy. While in Prague he joined the protestant uprising in Bohemia, since he was a Calvinist, and he fought at The Battle of White Mountain (1) thus becoming a captain. In 1624 he makes a first trip to Transylvania as diplomatic agent / secret agent trying to persuade the prince of Transylvania Gabriel Bethlen (2) to become a member of the Hague Alliance of the Protestant countries: England, Holland, Denmark and thus to fight against the Habsburg Empire. The prince asked for too much money and nothing was settled. Four years later Paul Strassburg is commissioned with a new mission to Transylvania, on behalf of King Gustav Adolf of Sweden, who was now brother-in-law with the prince of...

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sandor iolanda

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ther's too much color in my eyes to see black and white

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too small

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Jim Morrison

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too young too old too alive

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theo

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too young

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Roxy

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I`m too sexy 4 your but :)

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Ohm

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Life is entertaining when we do not take it too seriously...To be able to laugh at life is marvelous.

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Anda Maria Rotundu

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vesnic nemultumita de sine vesnic flamanda de viata vesnic razvratita too young to die

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Marina Samoila

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prea batrana pentru a fi incepatoare, prea inocenta pentru a nu fi tanara // too old for being a beginner, too innocent for being really old // trop agee pour etre debutante, trop innocente pour ne pas etre jeune

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dan marius

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"Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears Im well known in story, famous in song The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease Old crow on my shoulder, my favorite disease My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth Leave me long to crawl back to the womb Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast So I'll take to the hills to live savage and free I don't need nobody, nobody needs me I don't need nobody, nobody needs me" http://www.obliothedagger.blogspot.com/

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Too much monkey bussiness

de Mircea Cărtărescu

Cum pur și simplu habar n-am cine mai sînt astăzi idolii, am întrebat-o pe fiică-mea, care, avînd cincisprezece ani, ar fi putut să fie mai în temă. „Păi, nimeni\", mi-a răspuns ea, lățită pe fotoliu...

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Death of a ladies man

de Leonard Cohen

Ah the man she wanted all her life was hanging by a thread \"I never even knew how much I wanted you,\" she said. His muscles they were numbered and his style was obsolete. \"O baby, I have come too...

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Hard times, babe, hard times

de Da

Hard times, babe, hard times, Tududududam I`ve got no hoe in my house, No one to drink with, just a mouse, No one to hug, just a bug, Hard times, babe, hard times, I see lots of cunts all around, I...

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The Death of the Hired Man

de Robert Frost

Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on tip-toe down the darkened passage To meet him in the doorway with the news And put him on his...

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The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

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too much heven

de Mariana Pancu

crăciunul era singurul timp care ne strângea împreună, pentru asta juram în fiecare zi, cu mâna pe inimă și degetele încucișate la spate, că am fost cuminți, am mâncat tot și am ascultat-o pe bunica,...

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Too much world

de Marinescu Victor

Învârte păpușa! Învârte păpușa și o să dai de dumnezeu. Trebuie să ne vindecăm de doar. De doar o iubită un iubit, de doar un muncitor necalificat, de doar asta sau aia, învârte păpușa și o să dai de...

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tonight is the night

de shole

drunk too much grass too many pills I will always remember to love you tomorrow your white dress your words your touch and your smile how come I failed when I followed all the rules will we ever meet...

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Reality lapse

de Robert Tofan

-Pain is beautiful, but it hurts too much. -No, it’s just that you can’t feel anything but pain. Nu-mi plac spitalele, ba chiar mă feresc de ele. Oamenii bolnavi îmi provoacă altceva decât milă, îmi...

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To Earthward

de Robert Frost

Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived on air That crossed me from sweet things, The flow of- was it musk From hidden grapevine springs Down hill...

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