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There Is No Man Suddenly Either Excellently Good Or Extremely Evil, But Grows Either As He Holds Himself Up In Virtue Or Lets Himself Slide To Viciousness.

True Bravery Is Quiet, Undemonstrative.

As The Love Of The Heavens Makes Us Heavenly, The Love Of Virtue Virtuous, So Doth The Love Of The World Make One Become Worldly.

Those Lovers Scorn Whom That Love Doth Possess? Do They Call Virtue There Ungratefulness?

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.