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Never Was It Given To Mortal Man - To Lie So Boldly As We Women Can.

When Two People Compliment Each Other With The Choice Of Anything, Each Of Them Generally Gets That Which He Likes Least.

Hope Humbly Then; With Trembling Pinions Soar; Wait The Great Teacher, Death, And God Adore; What Future Bliss He Gives Not Thee To Know, But Gives That Hope To Be Thy Blessing Now.

But Just Disease To Luxury Succeeds, And Ev'ry Death Its Own Avenger Breeds.

Remembrance And Reflection How Allied. What Thin Partitions Divides Sense From Thought.