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But he that dares not grasp the thorn

Should never crave the rose.

—ANNE BRONTё, “The Narrow Way”

Here’s a sigh to those who love me,

And a smile to those who hate;

And, whatever sky’s above me, Here’s a heart for every fate.

—LORD BYRON, “To Thomas Moore”