True, I talk of dreams,

Which are the children of an idle brain,

Begot of nothing but vain fantasy.

– William Shakespeare-

Yet each man kills the thing he loves,

By each let this be heard,

Some do it with a bitter look,

Some with a flattering word.

The coward does it with a kiss,

The brave man with a sword!

– Oscar Wilde-


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