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[Conquest and Glory are the Warrior's Aim]
Conquest and Glory are the Warrior's Aim,
He throws at all, and stakes his Life for Fame;
Thoughtless, how few against such Odds succeed,
Where one is chronicled, whilst thousands bleed.
The witty Courtier lays his crafty Schemes,
And barters real Wealth for golden Dreams;
Deckt with false Colours, and in Tinsel brave;
To govern others, makes himself a Slave.
The painful Student, spends his sleepless Nights,
And fancies he's Immortal, if he writes;
Fond of Applause, he wastes his Span of Days;
Nor thinks of Envy, whilst he looks for Praise.
He throws at all, and stakes his Life for Fame;
Thoughtless, how few against such Odds succeed,
Where one is chronicled, whilst thousands bleed.
The witty Courtier lays his crafty Schemes,
And barters real Wealth for golden Dreams;
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To govern others, makes himself a Slave.
The painful Student, spends his sleepless Nights,
And fancies he's Immortal, if he writes;
Fond of Applause, he wastes his Span of Days;
Nor thinks of Envy, whilst he looks for Praise.
Wise Men, and Fools, thus share an equal Fate;
These never knew their Errors, those too late.
These never knew their Errors, those too late.
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