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The Happy Prince

When I was alive and had a human heart,

I did not know what tears were,

for I lived in the Palace of Sans-Souci,

where sorrow is not allowed to enter.

In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden,

and in the evening I led the dance in the great hall.

Round the garden ran a very lofty wall,

but I never cared to ask what lay beyond it,

everything about me was so beautiful.

My courtiers called me the Happy Prince,

and happy indeed I was, if pleasure be happiness.

So I lived, and so I died.

And now that I am dead they have set me up here so high that I can see all the ugliness and all the misery of my city,

and though my heart is made of lead yet I cannot choose but weep…

— The Happy Prince (Oscar Wilde)

L O V E

Love is better than wisdom,

and more precious that riches,

and fairer than the feet of

the daughters of men.

The fires cannot destroy it,

nor can true water quench it…

— The Fisher and His Soul (Oscar Wilde)

Life is very dear to all…

yet love is better than life…

— The Nightingale and the Rose (Oscar Wilde)
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