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Tis A Question Whether Adversity Or Prosperity Makes The Most Poets.

No Woman Can Be A Beauty Without A Fortune.

Money Is The Sinews Of Love, As Of War.

Do You Think A Woman's Silence Can Be Natural?

Courage, The Highest Gift, That Scorns To Bend To Mean Devices For A Sordid End. Courage--an Independent Spark From Heaven's Bright Throne, By Which The Soul Stands Raised, Triumphant High, Alone. Great In Itself, Not Praises Of The Crowd, Above All Vice, It Stoops Not To Be Proud. Courage, The Mighty Attribute Of Powers Above, By Which Those Great In War, Are Great In Love. The Spring Of All Brave Acts Is Seated Here, As Falsehoods Draw Their Sordid Birth From Fear.