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Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Pardons And Pleasantnesse Are Great Revenges Of Slanders.

There's No Such Conquering Weapon As The Necessity Of Conquering.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

He That Makes A Good War Makes A Good Peace.