How strangely our Bark is tossed-Poor as Job yesterday-rich as Croesus Tomorrow-and who could not wish to live to enjoy this Life of pleasurable anxiety Not I believe me.
How strangely our Bark is tossed-Poor as Job yesterday-rich as Croesus Tomorrow-and who could not wish to live to enjoy this Life of pleasurable anxiety Not I believe me.
But the moment a bird was dead, no matter how beautiful it had been in life, the pleasure of possession became blunted for me.
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