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Skill To Do Comes Of Doing.

There Is No Great And No Small To The Soul That Maketh All.

Who Gave Thee, O Beauty, The Keys Of This Breast,-- Too Credulous Lover Of Blest And Unblest? Say, When In Lapsed Ages Thee Knew I Of Old? Or What Was The Service For Which I Was Sold?

Nature Is A Mutable Cloud Which Is Always And Never The Same.

A Great Man Scarcely Knows How He Dines, How He Dresses; But Without Railing Or Precision, His Living Is Natural And Poetic.