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He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy; And 'tis The Crown Of Justice, And The Glory

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can, Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light, All Influence, All Fate: Nothing To Him Falls Early Or Too Late. Our Acts Are Angels Are, For Good Or Ill: Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.