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Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Death Hath So Many Doors To Let Out Life.

Only Look To Jesus. He Died For You, Died In Your Place, Died Under The Frowns Of Heaven, That We Might Die Under Its Smile. Regard Neither Unbelief Nor Doubt. Fear Neither Sin Nor Hell. Choose Neither Life Nor Death. All These Are Swallowed Up In The Immensity Of Christ And Are Triumphed Over In His Cross.