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It's Up To Brave Hearts, Sir, To Be Patient When Things Are Going Badly, As Well As Being Happy When They're Going Well ... For I've Heard That What They Call Fortune Is A Flighty Woman Who Drinks Too Much, And, What's More, She's Blind, So She Can't See What She's Doing, And She Doesn't Know Who She's Knocking Over Or Who She's Raising Up.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

Do Not Eat Garlic Or Onions; For Their Smell Will Reveal That You Are A Peasant.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

There Is Also This Benefit In Brag, That The Speaker Is Unconsciously Expressing His Own Ideal. Humor Him By All Means, Draw It All Out, And Hold Him To It.