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The Value Is In The Worth, Not In The Number.

If You Are A Friend, Why Do You Bite Me So Hard? If An Enemy, Why Do You Fawn On Me?

Forbear Harping On What Was Of Yore, For It Is The Common Lot Of Mortals To Sustain The Ups And Downs Of Fortune.

Avoid A Remedy That Is Worse Than The Disease.

Much Outcry, Little Outcome.