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Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Ask For A Valiant Heart Which Has Banished The Fear Of Death, Which Looks Upon Length Of Days As One Of The Least Of Nature's Gifts; Which Is Able To Suffer Every Kind Of Hardship, Is Proof Against Anger, Craves For Nothing, And Reckons The Trials And Gruelling Labours Of Hercules As More Desirable Blessings Than The Amorous Ease And The Banquets And Cushions Of Sardanapallus. The Things That I Recommend You Can Grant To Yourself.

Have The Courage To Do Something Which Deserves Transportation If You Want To Be Somebody.

The Tongue Is The Worst Part Of A Bad Servant.

The Brief Span Of Our Poor Unhappy Life To Its Final Hour Is Hastening On; And While We Drink And Call For Gay Wreaths, Perfumes, And Young Girls, Old Age Creeps Upon Us, Unperceived.