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When remedies are past, the griefs are ended. By seeing the worst, which late on hopes depended. To mourn a mischief that is past and gone. Is the next way to draw new mischief on. What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes. The robb'd that smiles steals something for the thief; He robs himself that spends a bootless grief.

William Shakespeare