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Two Evils, Greed And Faction Are The Destruction Of All Justice.

Rose! Thou Art The Sweetest Flower That Ever Drank The Amber Shower: Even The Gods, Who Walk The Sky, Are Amourous Of Thy Scented Sigh.

Oh! Blame Not The Bard.

Pride Measures Prosperity Not By Her Own Advantages But By The Disadvantages Of Others. She Would Not Even Wish To Be A Goddess Unless There Were Some Wretches Left Whom She Could Order About And Lord It Over, Whose Misery Would Make Her Happiness Seem All The More Extraordinary, Whose Poverty Can Be Tormented And Exacerbated By A Display Of Her Wealth. This Infernal Serpent, Pervading The Human Heart, Keeps Men From Reforming Their Lives, Holding Them Back Like A Suckfish.

One Man To Live In Pleasure And Wealth, Whiles All Other Weap And Smart For It, That Is The Part Not Of A King, But Of A Jailor.