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''To achieve glorious end through treachery
Is like magic
The end of those who thrive through treachery
Is often tragic''
''What you want sometimes you do not get
What you get perchance you may not want''
My mother's litterHad a dozen and oneBut did I know I had no brotherUntil adversity drained my boneMy parlor was always full of friendsThere for reasons they prizeNot after I shed the garb of officeDid I know no friend of solace