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To Men of Greed, however great their Store,
“Enough” is always “Just a Little More.”

The Pool that Gets and never Gives again
Becomes a Stagnant, Pestilential Fen.

I F all would cease to gratify their Greeds,
But few would fail to satisfy their Needs.

S CHEME not to make what's Another's your own;
Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.

The Reign of Self shall end when Men shall heed
Less what they Gain than what they Lose by Greed.
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