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A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit From All Things We See .

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool And Jester!

And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!

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