

Tarquinn: Yes, I know I'm beautiful, you needn't tell me the obvious... *adds in a whisper* but you can if you want to!
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Tarquinn de Quincy is my favourite pet, a vain, glamourous nobleman, an imperfect Rafael Sabatini-esque hero, and the sort of Neopet I had been hoping would exist for years.
Vanitas Vanitatum
by John Webster
All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth--
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye
Like perfumes go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain the ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.
Tarquinn: Ah, lemouton! Tu m'as finalement trouvé ma princesse!
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