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How Endless Is That Volume Which God Hath Written Of The World! Every Creature Is A Letter, Every Day A New Page.

Recreation Is Intended To The Mind As Whetting Is To The Scythe, To Sharpen The Edge Of It, Which Otherwise Would Grow Dull And Blunt,--as Good No Scythe As No Edge.

The Blood That Is Once Inflamed With Wine Is Apt To Boil With Rage.

Ambition Is Torment Enough For An Enemy; For It Affords As Much Discontentment In Enjoying As In Want, Making Men Like Poisoned Rats, Which, When They Have Tasted Of Their Bane, Cannot Rest Till They Drink, And Then Can Much Less Rest Till They Die