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There are many more Maxims to which / I would like to accord a front place, / But alas! I have got / To omit a whole lot, / For the lack of available space; / And the rest I am forced to boil down and condense / To the following Essence of Sound without Sense:
Now the Pitcher that journeys too oft / To the Well will get broken at last. / But you'll find it a fact / That, by using some tact, / Such a danger as this can be past. / (There's an obvious way, and a simple, you'll own, / Which is, if you're a Pitcher, to Let Well alone.)