SaturdayMay 30, 2026
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We are the doubles of those whose way Was festal with fruits and flowers; Body and brain we were sound as they, But the prizes were not ours.
Misery assails riches, as lightning does the highest towers; or as a tree that is heavy laden with fruit breaks its own boughs, so riches destroy the virtue of their possessor.
Conquer thyself. Till thou hast done this, thou art But a slave; for it is almost as well to be subjected to another's appetite as to thine own.
As the ivy twines around the oak, so do misery and misfortune encompass the happiness of man. Felicity, pure and unalloyed, is not a plant of earthly growth; her gardens are the skies.
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