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The Aim, If Reached Or Not, Makes Great The Life: Try To Be Shakespeare, Leave The Rest To Fate!

But How Carve Way I' The Life That Lies Before, If Bent On Groaning Ever For The Past?

I Think, Am Sure, A Brother's Love Exceeds All The World's Loves In Its Unworldliness.

Sing, Riding 's A Joy! For Me I Ride.

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.