Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Four things I’d been better without:
Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt,
Three be the things I shall never attain:
Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.
Three be the things I shall have till I die:
Laughter and hope and a sock in the eye.
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