Even when a river of tears courses through this body, the flame of love cannot be quenched.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Edward Fitzgerald, The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
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