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With The Tears A Land Hath Shed. Their Graves Should Ever Be Green.

The Man Who Suspects His Own Tediousness Is Yet To Be Born.

It Is Only Your Habitual Late Riser Who Takes In The Full Flavor Of Nature At Those Rare Intervals When He Gets Up To Go Afishing. He Brings Virginal Emotions And Unsatiated Eyes To The Sparkling Freshness Of Earth And Stream And Sky.

After A Debauch Of Thunder-shower, The Weather Takes The Pledge And Signs It With A Rainbow.

The Ring Of A False Coin Is Not More Recognizable Than That Of A Rhyme Setting Forth A False Sorrow.