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There Is Nothing Magnanimous In Bearing Misfortunes With Fortitude, When The Whole World Is Looking On.... He Who, Without Friends To Encourage Or Even Without Hope To Alleviate His Misfortunes, Can Behave With Tranquility And Indifference, Is Truly Great.

What Real Good Does An Addition To A Fortune Already Sufficient Procure? Not Any. Could The Great Man, By Having His Fortune Increased, Increase Also His Appetites, Then Precedence Might Be Attended With Real Amusement.

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay. Princes And Lords May Flourish Or May Fade,- A Breath Can Make Them, As A Breath Has Made; But A Bold Peasantry, Their Country's Pride, When Once Destroy'd, Can Never Be Supplied.

What If In Scotland's Wilds We Viel'd Our Head, Where Tempests Whistle Round The Sordid Bed; Where The Rug's Two-fold Use We Might Display, By Night A Blanket, And A Plaid By Day.

I Find You Want Me To Furnish You With Argument And Intellects Too. No, Sir, These, I Protest You, Are Too Hard For Me.