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Give Me A Bowl Of Wine. I Have Not That Alacrity Of Spirit Nor Cheer Of Mind That I Was Wont To Have.

He Hath Borne Himself Beyond The Promise Of His Age, Doing, In The Figure Of A Lamb, The Feats Of A Lion.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

And Oftentimes Excusing Of A Fault Doth Make The Fault The Worse By The Excuse.