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What does man love more than life, fear more than death or mortal strife. What the poor have, the rich require, and what contented men desire. What the miser spends, and the spendthrift saves. And all men carry to their graves.
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
What is given but kept by the giver?
What kinds of men are always above board?
You use it between your head and your toes, the more it works the thinner it grows.