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To A Fair Day Open The Window, But Make You Ready As To A Foule.

If You Must Flie, Flie Well.

Play With A Foole At Home, And He Will Play With You In The Market.

Who Says That Fictions Only And False Hair Become A Verse? Is There In Truth No Beauty? Is All Good Structure In A Winding Stair?

Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say The Word.