Are There No Stones In Heaven But

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

I, Thus Neglecting Worldly Ends, All Dedicated To Closeness And The Bettering Of My Mind.

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These Earthly Godfathers Of Heaven's Lights, That Give A Name To Every Fixed Star, Have No More Profit Of Their Shining Nights Than Those That Walk And Know Not What They Are.

Well, If Fortune Be A Woman, She's A Good Wench For This Gear.