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By Suffering Comes Wisdom.

They Who Prosper Take On Airs Of Vanity.

The Act Of Evil Breeds Others To Follow, Young Sins In Its Own Likeness.

It Is A Profitable Thing, If One Is Wise, To Seem Foolish.

And Now It Goes As It Goes And Where It Ends Is Fate. And Neither By Singeing Flesh Nor Tipping Cups Of Wine Nor Shedding Burning Tears Can You Enchant Away The Rigid Fury.