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There Is But One Way I Know Of Conversing Safely With All Men; That Is, Not By Concealing What We Say Or Do, But By Saying Or Doing Nothing That Deserves To Be Concealed.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.

All Are But Parts Of One Stupendous Whole, Whose Body Nature Is, And God The Soul.

The Learned Is Happy, Nature To Explore; The Fool Is Happy, That He Knows No More.

But Those Who Cannot Write, And Those Who Can, All Rhyme, And Scrawl, And Scribble, To A Man.