Rendsch Name - Book Of Gloom.
It is a fault oneself to praise, And yet 'tis done by each whose deeds are kind; And if there's no deceit in what he says, The good we still as good shall find. Let, then, ye fools, that wise man taste Of joy, who fancies that he s wise, That he, a fool like you, may waste Th' insipid thanks the world supplies.
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