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Honor, Thou Strong Idol Of Man's Mind.

It Is A Lively Spark Of Nobleness To Descend In Most Favour To One When He Is Lowest In Affliction

Ambition Thinks No Face So Beautiful As That Which Looks From Under A Crown.

The Truly Great And Good, In Affliction, Bear A Countenance More Princely Than They Are Wont; For It Is The Temper Of The Highest Hearts, Like The Palm-tree, To Strive Most Upwards When It Is Most Burdened.

In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory, Not The Prey.