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Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

All Pleasure In The World Is A Passing Dream.

Books Have Led Some To Learning And Others To Madness.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

To Be Able To Say How Much Love, Is Love But Little.