“O faithless brother what has happened that in vain you joined hands to violate my honour, and to stain your own hand with my blood. You gathered round yourself a band of persons addicted to vice … you excited this gang of villains to hate me … I appointed you to act for me. I ordered my friends to obey you … you are now out to destroy me. I was your guest you abused me. You swore at me in my face. That which you yourself deserved you ascribed to me. You inspired your servants with rancorous hatred of me. Even you taught your own barber your own falsehoods. He gave false evidence against the truth. You set in motion this great sedition …. Outwardly you pretended to be my friend. You attended my feast. You ate my meal of trust. Inwardly you manifested your falsehood until Shawal 23 [Presumably March 11, 1866] when I was keeping a fast you withheld bread and water from me. … By deceit you intercepted my epistles. Some of them which were to your advantage you paraded before the inhabitants of the city [i. e. Edirne]. At present am in straitened circumstances and you are in affluence. And yet you pretend the contrary.”
Quoted in Mirza Mustafa Katib's Response to Zayn al-Muqarrabin on page 46
Open Letter to Bahá'u'lláh
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Subh-i-Azal 16
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“Saw your face,
My hand you took
Just like in a story book,
And you got me
Yeah, you‘ve got me”
"Got Me".
She & Him : Volume One (2008)

Original: (it) Raggiungendomi con le tue mani ed avvertendo le mie dita, sussurro sulle tue labbra la mia infinita voglia di te.
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The Sacred books and Early literature of the East, Vol. 5, p. 22 https://archive.org/details/sacredbooksearly05hornuoft/page/18/mode/2up
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I Miss You, her character's guitar piece for Hannah Montana and in reality dedicated to her late grandfather Ron Cyrus
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“Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you,
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.”
Act I, sc. iii.
Tis Pity She's a Whore (1629-33?)