Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Fate’s book, but my italics.
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I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit! last words
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
What your heart thinks is great, is great. The soul's emphasis is always right.