From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
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In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
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Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant.
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Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
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So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
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The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.
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The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.
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The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
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Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.
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