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Who Hearkens To The Gods, The Gods Give Ear.

The Whims Of Youth Break All The Rules.

A Little Child Born Yesterday A Thing On Mother's Milk And Kisses Fed.

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Many Shining Actions Owe Their Success To Chance, Though The General Or Statesman Receive The Applause.