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That All Men Would Be Cowards If They Dare, Some Men We Know Have Courage To Declare.

We Cannot Heal The Throbbing Heart Till We Discern The Wounds Within.

A Great Lie Is Like A Great Fish On Dry Land; It May Fret And Fling And Make A Frightful Bother, But It Cannot Hurt You. You Have Only To Keep Still, And It Will Die Of Itself.

Her Air, Her Manners, All Who Saw Admir'd; Courteous Though Coy, And Gentle Though Retir'd; The Joy Of Youth And Health Her Eyes Display'd, And Ease Of Heart Her Every Look Convey'd.

Life Is Not Measured By The Time We Live.