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All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

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All Things Are In The Hand Of Heaven, And Folly, Eldest Of Jove's Daughters, Shuts Men's Eyes To Their Destruction. She Walks Delicately, Not On The Solid Earth, But Hovers Over The Heads Of Men To Make Them Stumble Or To Ensnare Them.

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The Journey Is Its Own Reward.

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And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?

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And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.

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How Vain, Without The Merit, Is The Name.

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Blame The Guy Who Doesn't Speak Engish.

Noble And Manly Music Invigorates The Spirit, Strengthens The Wavering Man, And Incites Him To Great And Worthy Deeds.

Who Ne'er Knew Salt, Or Heard The Billows Roar.

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Over The Wine-dark Sea.

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Modesty Is Of No Use To A Beggar.

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And Now I'm Using Sarcasm, To Confess The Whole Thing So Later I Could Say I Already Told You.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

The Grecian Ladies Counted Their Age From Their Marriage, Not Their Birth.

I Hate To Tell Again A Tale Once Fully Told.

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Young People Are Thoughtless As A Rule.

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And When Long Years And Seasons Wheeling Brought Around That Point Of Time Ordained For Him To Make His Passage Homeward, Trials And Dangers, Even So, Attended Him Even In Ithaca, Near Those He Loved.

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