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A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

Critics! Those Cut-throat Bandits In The Paths Of Fame.

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.