If the wheels of fate are kind to you, they'll swiftly break your bones,
Whilst you hearken to a symphony of sympathetic groans.
The misery of others is the pleasure of a few,
Laugh long and well, for one fine day, the joke may be on you.
A cup of bitter hatred can be sweeter than you think,
Drowning your dreams makes ambrosia of anything you drink.
For there are days we save for saints, and days we save for men:
A day for all the worlds to end: and all we ask is
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