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Perfection Is The Child Of Time.

Every Day Is A Little Life, And Our Whole Life Is But A Day Repeated. Therefore Live Every Day As If It Would Be The Last. Those That Dare Lose A Day, Are Dangerously Prodigal; Those That Dare Misspend It Are Desperate.

As The Most Generous Vine, If It Is Not Pruned, Runs Out Into Many Superfluous Stems, And Grows At Last Weak And Fruitless; So Dote The Best Man, If He Be Not Cut Short Of His Desires And Pruned With Afflictions. If It Be Painful To Bleed, It Is Worse To Wither. Let Me Be Pruned, That I May Grow, Rather Than Be Cut Up To Burn.

He Is Great Enough That Is His Own Master.

Virtues Go Ever In Troops; They Go So Thick, That Sometimes Some Are Hid In The Crowd; Which Yet Are, But Appear Not.