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Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor's done.
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To each mortal peradventure earth becomes a new machine.
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For 'tis not in mere death that men die most.
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Books succeed, and lives fail.
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O rose, who dares to name thee? No longer roseate now, nor soft, nor sweet, But pale, and hard, and dry, as stubblewheat,-- Kept seven years in a drawer, thy titles shame thee.
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