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False Happiness Is Like False Money; It Passes For A Time As Well As The True, And Serves Some Ordinary Occasions; But When It Is Brought To The Touch, We Find The Lightness And Alloy, And Feel The Loss.

E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To Me.

A Wise Physician, Skill'd Our Wounds To Heal, Is More Than Armies To The Public Weal.

The Finest Minds, Like The Finest Metals, Dissolve The Easiest.

The Doubtful Beam Long Nods From Side To Side.