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Honor's A Thing Too Subtle For Wisdom; If Honor Lie In Eating, He's Right Honorable.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

If Men Wound You With Injuries, Meet Them With Patience; Hasty Words Rankle The Wound, Soft Language Dresses It, Forgiveness Cures It, And Oblivion Takes Away The Scar. It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.