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One Swallow Alone Does Not Make A Summer.

Nor Has His Death The World Deceiv'd Than His Wondrous Life Surprise D; If He Like A Madman Liv'd Least He Like A Wise One Dy'd.

A Blot In Thy Escutcheon To All Futurity.

Tis The Only Comfort Of The Miserable To Have Partners In Their Woes.

He Who's Down One Day Can Be Up The Next, Unless He Really Wants To Stay In Bed, That Is.