When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

Merciful Heaven, Thou Rather With Thy Sharp And Sulphurous Bolt Splits The Unwedgeable And Gnarled Oak Than The Soft Myrtle; But Man, Proud Man, Dressed In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assured His Glassy Essence--like An Angry Ape Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven As Makes The Angels Weep; Who, With Our Spleens, Would All Themselves Laugh Mortal.

Who Are The Violets Now That Strew The Lap Of The New-come Spring?

Things Done Well And With A Care, Exempt Themselves From Fear.

Great Men Should Drink With Harness On Their Throats.

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