The man of success is the man of lambs,
He is sacrificed and blessed due to godliness;
Then the moral philosopher has spoken of his
Illness and ailment and disease that threatens,
The men of thought are indeed too divine for this.
To think is to succeed, to bless is to unite,
For the further the mood of laughter
Is further the thought of humour, the need
To succeed is considerably great,
And learned men have to prosper.
The man of theft shall die and deliver a crown
To the king of all success, to finish the find;
This time a solute has been in a solvent,
And the seas have spoken, for the speech
Of this queenly beast is like hunger of goods.
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