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Of All The Gods Only Death Does Not Desire Gifts.

But From The Good Health Of The Mind Comes That Which Is Dear To All And The Object Of Prayer-happiness.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

The Man Whose Authority Is Recent Is Always Stern.