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Time Cancels Young Pain.

Both To The Rich And Poor, Wine Is The Happy Antidote For Sorrow.

Today Is The Tomorrow You Worried About Yesterday. Tragedy Isn't Getting Something Or Failure To Get It; It's Losing Something You Already Have. Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

The Best Of Seers Is He Who Guesses Well.