All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it.
A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.
Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.
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