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It Is A Folly Second To None; To Try To Improve The World.

Malicious Men May Die, But Malice Never.

All Which Is Not Prose Is Verse; And All Which Is Not Verse Is Prose.

Esteem Must Be Founded On Some Sort Of Preference. Bestow It On Everybody And It Ceases To Have Any Meaning At All.

Music And Dance Are All You Need.