`Tis well with words, oh masters, ye have sought, To turn men`s eyes yearning to the great and true, Yet first take heed to what your own hands do; By deeds not words the souls of men are taught; Good lives alone are fruitful; they are caught Into the fountain of all life (wherethrough Men`s souls that drink are broken or made new) Like drops of heavenly elixir, fraught With the clear essence of eternal youth. Even one little deed of weak untruth Is like a drop of quenchless venom cast, A liquid thread, into life`s feeding stream, Woven forever with its crystal gleam, Bearing the seed of death and woe at last.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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