God help me, I'm just not that bright.

Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.

Forget the brother and resume the man.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

For never, never, wicked man was wise.

It is not good to have a rule of many.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end.

The whims of youth break all the rules.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

Go on with a spirit that fears nothing.

Young people are thoughtless as a rule.

Blame the guy who doesn't speak Engish.

Sleep and Death, who are twin brothers.

The hearts of the great can be changed.

Content to follow when we lead the way.

In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

His native home deep imag'd in his soul.

Wise to resolve, and patient to perform.

The long historian of my country's woes.

It is not right to exult over slain men.

Trying is the first step toward failure.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.

Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.

Immortals are never alien to one another.

Unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.

How vain, without the merit, is the name.

I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.

Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.

Victory passes back and forth between men.

And would'st thou evil for his good repay?

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

Thou shalt not take moochers into thy hut?

If not yet lost to all the sense of shame.

Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.

A decent boldness ever meets with friends.

Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.

The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.

Pray, for all men need the aid of the gods.

Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.

Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide

Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.

I don't know how much longer I can complain.

I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.

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