The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. When all that story`s finished, what`s the news? In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day`s vanity, the night`s remorse.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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