There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep. | Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired. | In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare! | Nothing shall I, while sane, compare with a friend. | Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another. | How vain, without the merit, is the name. | But curb thou the high spirit in thy breast, for gentle ways are best, and keep aloof from sharp contentions. |
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