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The person who is master of their passions is reason's slave. >>
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Let no man write my epitaph; for as no man who knows my motives dare n >>
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reade >>
The epitaphs on tombstones of a great many people should read: Died at >>
Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph -- green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.