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There Is A Certain Majesty In Simplicity Which Is Far Above All The Quaintness Of Wit.

An Excuse Is Worse And More Terrible Than A Lie; For An Excuse Is A Lie Guarded.

Drink Is The Feast Of Reason And The Flow Of Soul.

True Ease In Writing Comes From Art, Not Chance, As Those Move Easiest Who Have Learned To Dance.

See! From The Brake The Whirring Pheasant Springs, And Mounts Exulting On Triumphant Wings; Short Is His Joy! He Feels The Fiery Wound, Flutters In Blood, And Panting Beats The Ground.