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What Is Life? A Madness. What Is Life? An Illusion, A Shadow, A Story. And The Greatest Good Is Little Enough: For All Life Is A Dream, And Dreams Themselves Are Only Dreams.

A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's Sake Begs For Two.

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

No Windows Give A Better View Than Those A Man Brings With Him In His Head, Not Asking For Tickets Of Admission, Since At All Functions, Festivals, Or Feasts He Looks Out With The Same Nice Self-composure.