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The Voice Of Parents Is The Voice Of Gods, For To Their Children They Are Heaven's Lieutenants.

What's Done Cannot Be Undone. To Bed, To Bed, To Bed.

Listen To Many, Speak To A Few.

O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A Nose On A Man's Face, Or A Weathercock On A Steeple.

The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.