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Indeed, The Roman Laws Allowed No Person To Be Carried To The Wars But He That Was In The Soldiers Roll.

Poetry, A Speaking Picture To Teach And Delight.

It Is No Less Vain To Wish Death Than It Is Cowardly To Fear It.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.

Our Erected Wit Maketh Us To Know What Perfection Is.