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Though Speaking Ill of All, the Gossiper
Could never dream that All Speak Ill of Her.

Who answers Evil Speaking with a Flood
Of Evil Speech, would wash off Dirt with Mud.

I F Dogs will bark,
You need not hark.

B ELITTLING Work that Others do
Will gain no Praise nor Prize for you.

F AR easier it is to See and State
That Lines are Crooked than to Draw them Straight.
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