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He Who Stops Being Better Stops Being Good.

Royalty Is But A Feather In A Man's Cap; Let Children Enjoy Their Rattle.

I Have Not The Particular Shining Bauble Or Feather In My Cap For Crowds To Gaze At Or Kneel To, But I Have Power And Resolution For Foes To Tremble At.

Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

My Desire Is To Make What Haste I Can To Be Gone.