Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
Nothing wilts faster than laurels that have been rested upon.
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