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Be Not Solitary, Be Not Idle

Worldly Wealth Is The Devil's Bait; And Those Whose Minds Feed Upon Riches Recede, In General, From Real Happiness, In Proportion As Their Stores Increase, As The Moon, When She Is Fullest, Is Farthest From The Sun.

Let Thy Fortune Be What It Will, 'tis Thy Mind Alone That Makes Thee Poor Or Rich, Miserable Or Happy.

To Enlarge Or Illustrate This Power And Effect Of Love Is To Set A Candle In The Sun.

No Rule Is So General, Which Admits Not Some Exception.