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He Will Be The Last To Discover The Disgrace Of His House.

O Poverty, Thy Thousand Ills Combined Sink Not So Deep Into The Generous Mind, As The Contempt And Laughter Of Mankind.

For He, Who Gave This Vast Machine To Roll, Breathed Life In Then, In Us A Reasoning Soul; That Kindred Feelings Might Our State Improve, And Mutual Wants Conduct To Mutual Love.

Vice Deceives Us When Dressed In The Garb Of Virtue.

No Man Becomes Bad All At Once.