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Southward With Fleet Of Ice Sailed The Corsair Death; Wild And Fast Blew The Blast, And The East-wind Was His Breath.

If The Mind, That Rules The Body, Ever So Far Forgets Itself As To Trample On Its Slave, The Slave Is Never Generous Enough To Forgive The Injury, But Will Rise And Smite The Oppressor.

The Greatest Grace Of A Gift, Perhaps, Is That It Anticipates And Admits Of No Return.

They Who Go Feel Not The Pain Of Parting; It Is They Who Stay Behind That Suffer.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.