At Orcus' portals hold their lair Wild Sorrow and avenging Care; And pale Diseases cluster there, And pleasureless Decay Foul Penury, and Fears that kill, And Hunger, counsellor of ill, A ghastly presence they: Suffering and Death the threshold keep, And with them Death's blood-brother, Sleep.
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Some say that happiness is not good for mortals, they ought to be answered that sorrow is not fit for immortals is utterly useless to any one a blight never does good to a tree, if a blight kill not a tree but it still bear fruit, let none say that the fruit was in consequence of the blight.
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