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Confidence Is The Feeling We Have Before Knowing All The Facts

Bold Knaves Thrive Without One Grain Of Sense, But Good Men Starve For Want Of Impudence.

Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The Last.

A Woman's Counsel Brought Us First To Woe, And Made Her Man His Paradise Forego, Where At Heart's Ease He Liv'd; And Might Have Been As Free From Sorrow As He Was From Sin.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!