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The Man Who Melts With Social Sympathy, Though Not Allied, Is More Worth Than A Thousand Kinsmen.

Misery Is The End Of Those With Unbridled Mouths.

Evil Men By Their Own Nature Cannot Ever Prosper.

The New-come Stepmother Hates The Children Born To A First Wife.

Alas, How Right The Ancient Saying Is: We, Who Are Old, Are Nothing Else But Noise And Shape. Like Mimicries Of Dreams We Go, And Have No Wits, Although We Think Us Wise.