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Destiny Is Always Dark.

In Every Countrey The Sun Rises In The Morning. [in Every Country The Sun Rises In The Morning.]

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Some Make A Conscience Of Spitting In The Church, Yet Robbe The Altar.