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[He willed away his whole estate]
He willed away his whole estate,And then in death he fell asleep,
Murmuring: “Well, at any rate,
My name unblemished I shall keep.”
But when upon the tomb 'twas wrought
Whose was it?—for the dead keep naught.
Durang Gophel Arn.
The collected works of Ambrose Bierce | ||