And me they greatly blame, and that they went for nought they grudge;
And all too weary, in the bottom of an empty hutch,
Laying their heads upon their knees full cold, they still remain:
Where they do poorly dwell, because they home returned in vain.
Of all that living are, who loves a man that speaketh well?
I know not one. For now a days for deeds that do excel
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