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The World Runs On From One Folly To Another; And The Man Who, Solely From Regard To The Opinion Of Others, And Without Any Wish Or Necessity Of His Own, Toils After Gold, Honour, Or Any Other Phantom, Is No Better Than A Fool.

A State Of True And Universal Tolerance Is Best Ensured By Leaving Alone The Peculiarities Of Men And Peoples.

As Man Is, So Is His God. And Thus Is God Oft Strangely Odd.

And Those Whom Once My Song Had Cheered And Gladdened, If Still They Live, Rove Through The World Now Saddened.

Alas! Sorrow From Happiness Is Oft Evolved.