When wine runs low, it is not worth the sparing;
The worst and least doth to the bottom dive:
Wrong not thy leisure, years vouchsafe, in daring:
But sometimes look into thy grave, alive.
“Time was, when a poet sat upon a stool in a public place, and mused in the sight of men. Mr. Cruncher, sitting on a stool in a public place but not being a poet, mused as little as possible, and looked about him.”
Charles Dickens | A Tale of Two Cities
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