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Spring Is The Period Express From God.

My Friends Are My Estate.

The Morning After Woe- Tis Frequently The Way- Surpasses All That Rose Before- For Utter Jubilee-.

The Truth Dazzles Gradually, Or Else The World Would Be Blind.

If Fame Belonged To Me, I Could Not Escape Her; If She Did Not, The Longest Day Would Pass Me On The Chase, And The Approbation Of My Dog Would Forsake Me.