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Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy Watering Pot.

When All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Bee Much. [when All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Be Much.]

The Most Effective Mirror Is Definitely An Previous Good Friend.

An Ill Deed Cannot Bring Honor.