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There Is Not Any Advantage To Be Won From Grim Lamentation.

Restrain Yourself... And Gloat In Silence. I'll Have No Jubilation Here. It Is An Impious Thing To Exult Over The Slain.

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.

There Is A Time For Many Words, And There Is Also A Time For Sleep.