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“Yes, children come to deathbeds; but for mine
I do not think to see them any more.
I know them they are hard and mercenary:
They will not even come to see me die.
They might have done this, and have done with me:

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They lay in mine no comfortable hand,
Give me no lips—one touch for the old days:
I loved them then, they do not love me now.
They love not me, or God, or anything.
Who trained them up to this? O God, not I!