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To the old, long life and treasure;
To the young, all health and pleasure;
   To the fair, their face
   With eternal grace,
And the soul to be loved at leisure.
To the witty, all clear mirrors;
To the foolish, their dark errors;
   To the loving sprite,
   A secure delight,
To the jealous, his own false terrors.

Ben Jonson

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