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O Ceremony, Show Me But Thy Worth? What Is Thy Soul Of Adoration? Art Thou Aught Else But Place, Degree, And Form, Creating Awe And Fear In Other Men?

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

Thy Words, I Grant Are Bigger, For I Wear Not, My Dagger In My Mouth.