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1842–1914

CONSOLATION.

Ambrose Bierce

Little's the good to sit and grieve Because the serpent tempted Eve. Better to wipe your eyes and take A club and go out and kill a snake.

What do you gain by cursing Nick For playing her such a scurvy trick? Better go out and some villain find Who serves the devil, and beat him blind.

But if you prefer, as I suspect, To philosophize, why, then, reflect: If the cunning rascal upon the limb Had n't tempted her she'd have tempted him.

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