“What win I, if I gain the thing I seek ?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute’s mirth to wail a week ?
Or sells eternity to get a toy ?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy ?
Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown,
Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down ?”
William Shakespeare
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