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What Treasures Here Do Mammon's Sons Behold! Yet Know That All That Which Glitters Is Not Gold.

Flatter Not Thyself In Thy Faith In God If Thou Hast Not Charity For Thy Neighbor.

For Trash And Toys, And Grief-engend'ring Joys, What Torment Seems Too Sharp For Flesh And Blood; What Bitter Pills, Compos'd Of Real Ills, Men Swallow Down To Purchase One False Good!

O Lust, Thou Infernal Fire, Whose Fuel Is Gluttony; Whose Flame Is Pride, Whose Sparkles Are Wanton Words; Whose Smoke Is Infamy; Whose Ashes Are Uncleanness; Whose End Is Hell.

After Years Of Research, Scientists Recently Reported That There Is, Indeed, Arroz In Spanish Harlem. A Full Tongue And An Empty Brain Are Seldom Parted.