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The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

A Tyrant Is The Worst Disease, And The Cause Of All Others.

Struggling In My Father's Hands, Striving Against My Swaddling Bands, Bound And Weary, I Thought Best To Sulk Upon My Mother's Breast.

Those Who Restrain Their Desires, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

Great Things Are Done When Men And Mountains Meet.