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Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

The Web Of Our Life Is Of A Mingled Yarn, Good And Ill Together: Our Virtues Would Be Proud If Our Faults Whipped Them Not; And Our Crimes Would Despair If They Were Not Cherished By Our Own Virtues.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

The Day Shall Not Be Up So Soon As I, To Try The Fair Adventure Of Tomorrow.

Mechanic Slaves With Greasy Aprons, Rules, And Hammers, Shall Uplift Us To The View.