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There's A Time For All Things.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

She Told Her, While She Kept It, 'twould Make Her Amiable And Subdue My Father Entirely To Her Love, But If She Lost It Or Made A Gift Of It, My Father's Eye Should Hold Her Loathed And His Spirits Should Hunt After New Fancies.

The Force Of His Own Merit Makes His Way-a Gift That Heaven Gives For Him.

Do Not Banish Reason For Inequality; But Let Your Reason Serve To Make The Truth Appear Where It Seems Hid, And Hide The False Seems True.