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None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

Truth Is The Object Of Our Understanding, As Good Is Of Our Will; And The Understanding Can No More Be Delighted With A Lie Than The Will Can Choose An Apparent Evil.

Like Pilgrims To Th' Appointed Place We Tend; The World's An Inn, And Death The Journey's End.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

Love Either Finds Equality Or Makes It.