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Success is a great deodorant. -Elizabeth Taylor |
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Man hath still either toys or care:
But hath no root, nor to one place is tied,
But ever restless and...
And yet, as angels in some brighter dreams
Call to the soul when man doth sleep,
So some strange thoughts...
Then bless thy secret growth, nor catch
At noise, but thrive unseen and dumb;
Keep clean, be as fruit, earn...
Man is the shuttle, to whose winding quest
And passage through these looms
God order'd motion, but ordain'd no...
They are all gone into the world of light,
And I alone sit lingering here.