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When Nations Grow Old The Arts Grow Cold And Commerce Settles On Every Tree

Since The French Revolution Englishmen Are All Intermeasurable One By Another, Certainly A Happy State Of Agreement To Which I Forone Do Not Agree.

All Wholesome Food Is Caught Without A Net Or Trap.

I Am Under The Direction Of Messengers From Heaven Daily And Nightly.

The Cistern Contains: The Fountain Overflows.