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Thieves may break locks and with your cash retire,
Your ancient seat may be consumed with fire,
Debtors refuse to pay you what they owe,
A barren field destroy the seed you sow;
You may be plundered of the girl you prize,
Your ships may sink with all their merchandise;
But he who gives — so much from Fate secures —
That is the only wealth forever yours.
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