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Hungry Wailing Standeth Not Aloof.

If A Man Should Wanton Walk With Crime ... He Shall Find In Death No Great Deliverance.

From Him [death] Alone Of All The Powers Of Heaven Persuasion Holds Aloof.

In Every Tyrant's Heart There Springs In The End This Poison, That He Cannot Trust A Friend.

Since Long I've Held Silence A Remedy For Harm.