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Women Are Like The Arts, Forced Unto None, Open To All Searchers, Unprized, If Unknown.

At Most, The Greatest Persons Are But Great Wens, And Excrescences; Men Of Wit And Delightful Conversation, But As Morals For Ornament, Except They Be So Incorporated Into The Body Of The World That They Contribute Something To The Sustentation Of The Whole.

Come Live With Me, And Be My Love, And We Will Some New Pleasures Prove Of Golden Sands, And Crystal Brooks, With Silken Lines, And Silver Hooks.

I Count All That Part Of My Life Lost Which I Spent Not In Communion With God, Or In Doing Good.

God Himself Took A Day To Rest In, And A Good Man's Grave Is His Sabbath.