Since my dear soul was mistress of her choice, And could of men distinguish, her election Hath seal’d thee for herself: for thou hast been As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing; A man that Fortune’s buffets and rewards Hast ta’en with equal thanks: and bles’d are those Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled That they are not a pipe for Fortune’s finger To sound what stop she please.
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His book commingles sarcasm and sadness.
But any activity that involved the commingling of the sexes—whether that was eating together, sharing cabins, or even passing one another on the way to the Washrooms—was strictly forbidden.