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Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.

Malice, In Its False Witness, Promotes Its Tale With So Cunning A Confusion, So Mingles Truths With Falsehoods, Surmises With Certainties, Causes Of No Moment With Matters Capital, That The Accused Can Absolutely Neither Grant Nor Deny, Plead Innocen.

Whether Your Time Calls You To Live Or Die, Do Both Like A Prince.

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

Contentions For Trifles Can Get But A Trifling Victory.