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None Wise Dares Hopeless Venture.

To Every Man, Even Though He Be A Slave, The Light Of Heaven Is Sweet.

Delight In Splendor Is No More Than Happiness With Little: For Both Have Their Appeal.

Sufficiency's Enough For Men Of Sense.

If Your Life At Night Is Good, You Think You Have Everything; But, If In That Quarter Things Go Wrong, You Will Consider Your Best And Truest Interests Most Hateful.