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As There Is No Worldly Gain Without Some Loss, So There Is No Worldly Loss Without Some Gain.... Set The Allowance Against The Loss, And Thou Shalt Find No Loss Great.

Lust Is An Immoderate Wantonness Of The Flesh, A Sweet Poison, A Cruel Pestilence; A Pernicious Poison, Which Weakeneth The Body Of Man, And Effeminateth The Strength Of The Heroic Mind.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

The Way To Subject All Things To Thyself Is To Subject Thyself To Reason; Thou Shalt Govern Many, If Reason Govern Thee. Wouldst Thou Be Crowned The Monarch Of A Little World? Command Thyself.

Neutrality Is Dangerous, Whereby Thou Becomest A Necessary Prey To The Conqueror.