Quote #37

'Who drinks one bowl hath scant delight; to poorest passion he was born; 'Who drains the score must e'er expect to rue the headache of the morn.' Safely he jogs along the way which 'Golden Mean' the sages call; Who scales the brow of frowning Alp must face full many a slip and fall.

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