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We Are Never More In Danger Than When We Think Ourselves Most Secure, Nor In Reality More Secure Than When We Seem To Be Most In Danger.

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.

Absence From Whom We Love Is Worse Than Death, And Frustrates Hope Severer Than Despair.

Lived In His Saddle, Loved The Chase, The Course, And Always, Ere He Mounted, Kiss'd His Horse.

Hast Thou Not Learnd What Thou Art Often Told, A Truth Still Sacred, And Believed Of Old, That No Success Attends On Spears And Swords Unblest, And That The Battle Is The Lords?