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Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

Promising Is The Very Air O' The Time; It Opens The Eyes Of Expectation.

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.

This Tyrant, Whose Sole Name Blisters Our Tongues,was Once Thought Honest.

Silence Is The Perfectest Herault Of Joy. I Were But Little Happy If I Could Say How Much.