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You Know, My Friends, With What A Brave Carouse I Made A Second Marriage In My House; Favored Old Barren Reason From My Bed, And Took The Daughter Of The Vine To Spouse.

The Moving Finger Writes; And, Having Writ, Moves On: Nor All Your Piety Nor Wit Shall Lure It Back To Cancel Half A Line, Nor All Your Tears Wash Out A Word Of It.

To Friends And Eke To Foes True Kindness Show; No Kindly Heart Unkindly Deeds Will Do; Harshness Will Alienate A Bosom Friend. And Kindness Reconcile A Deadly Foe.

The Flower That Once Has Blown Forever Dies.

There Was A Door To Which I Found No Key: There Was The Veil Through Which I Might Not See.