Though fast youth`s glorious fable flies, View not the world with worldling`s eyes; Nor turn with weather of the time. Foreclose the coming of surprise: Stand where Posterity shall stand; Stand where the Ancients stood before, And, dipping in lone founts thy hand, Drink of the never-varying lore: Wise once, and wise thence evermore.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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