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Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches Flow.

The Single Best Augury Is To Fight For One's Country.

't Is Fortune Gives Us Birth, But Jove Alone Endues The Soul With Worth.

Oh, My Tattered Rags Are Caught On Your Coffee Table.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile