If I could write like this, I would never stop blowing my own trumpet. Perhaps I could even command an entire orchestra to play my tunes!
Alas, I can’t even play the flute!
Happy the man,and happy he alone, He,who can call today his own; He who,secure within,can say, Tomorrow do thy worst,for I have lived today.
If I could write like this, I would never stop blowing my own trumpet. Perhaps I could even command an entire orchestra to play my tunes!
Alas, I can’t even play the flute!
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