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Ungratefulness Is The Very Poison Of Manhood.

With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st The Skies! How Silently, And With How Wan A Face!

Fortify Courage With The True Rampart Of Patience.

To The Disgrace Of Men It Is Seen That There Are Women Both More Wise To Judge What Evil Is Expected, And More Constant To Bear It When It Happens.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.