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Let Me Have War, Say I; It Exceeds Peace As Far As Day Does Night; It's Spritely, Waking, Audible, And Full Of Vent.

But As The Unthought-on Accident Is Guilty To What We Wildly Do, So We Profess Ourselves To Be The Slaves Of Chance, And Flies Of Every Wind That Blows.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained

Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When They Have Them, They Want Everything.

There's No Better Sign Of A Brave Mind Than A Hard Hand.