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No Man Is Free Who Cannot Control Himself.

He Buries Gold Who Hides The Truth.

Number Is The Within Of All Things.

No One Is Free Who Has Not Obtained The Empire Of Himself.

If Men With Fleshly Mortals Must Be Fed, And Chew With Bleeding Teeth The Breathing Bread; What Else Is This But To Devour Our Guests, And Barbarously Renew Cyclopean Feasts? While Earth Not Only Can Your Needs Supply, But, Lavish Of Her Store, Provides For Luxury; A Guiltless Feast Administers With Ease, And Without Blood Is Prodigal To Please.