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Danh ngôn của Algernon Charles Swinburne (Sứ mệnh: 7)

Hope thou not much, and fear thou not at all.
Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.