Perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all the story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse
-W.B. Yeats
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