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Nothing Forces Us To Know What We Do Not Want To Know Except Pain

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

It Is Always In Season For Old Men To Learn.

Long Tarries Destiny, But Comes To Those Who Pray.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.