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Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.

Death, That Hath Suck'd The Honey Of Thy Breath Hath Had No Power Yet Upon Thy Beauty.

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He Will Help You In Your Need.