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Leisure is pain; take off our chariot wheels,
How heavily we drag the load of life!
Blest leisure is our curse; like that of Cain,
It makes us wander, wander earth around
To fly that tyrant, thought.

— Edward Young

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The blood will follow where the knife is driven,
The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

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