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Heaven Gave To Woman The Peculiar Grace To Spin, To Weep, And Cully Human Race.

No Woman Ever Hates A Man For Being In Love With Her, But Many A Woman Hate A Man For Being A Friend To Her.

Learn Of The Little Nautilus To Sail, Spread The Thin Oar, And Catch The Driving Gale.

All Looks Yellow To A Jaundiced Eye That Habitually Compares Everything To Something Better. But By Changing That Habit To Comparing Everything To Something Worse, Even Making It A Game, That Person Can Find Gratitude, Relief And Happiness Where-ever They Go And Whatever They Experience, Guaranteed!

You Beat Your Pate, And Fancy Wit Will Come: Knock As You Please, There's No Body At Home.