Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
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Fate's book, but my italics.
A Thunderstorm in Town She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's…
He was a poet and hated the approximate.