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142. HIS LOSS

All has been plunder'd from me but my wit:
Fortune herself can lay no claim to it.

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143. THINGS MORTAL STILL MUTABLE

Things are uncertain; and the more we get,
The more on icy pavements we are set.

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144. NO MAN WITHOUT MONEY

No man such rare parts hath, that he can swim,
If favour or occasion help not him.

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