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I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Reader Look, Not On His Picture But His Book.

Ambition, Like A Torrent, Never Looks Back.

Fortune, That Favors Fools.