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Slander Is A Shipwrack By A Dry Tempest.

Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which Pleaseth.

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.