Dead, we become the lumber of the world.
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Dead, we become the lumber of the world.
Man differs more from Man, than Man from Beast.
Womankind more joy discovers, Making fools, than keeping lovers.
There's not a thing on earth that I can name,
So foolish, and so false, as common fame.
Since 'tis Nature's law to change, Constancy alone is strange.
He never said a foolish thing nor never did a wise one.
"Before I got married I had six theories about bringing up children; now I have six children and no theories." – John Wilmot