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Too Many Arrows In a Quivers

You crave success in your hunting trip. That's why you stuff your quiver with too many arrows, spoiling its handle that hangs on your shoulder. You are thirsty, your mouth and throat dry as a land not rain-bathed for seasons. That's why you desire to drink-dry as many rivers. Where are your ears? Let them sip from the well of wisdom of our elders who say: "moderation arms better than a thousand charms but lack of it surely harms."

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