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But it's a changeable world! When we consider how great our sorrow seem$$$ and how small they are; how we think we shall die of grief$$$ and how quickly we forget$$$ I think we ought to be ashamed of ourselves and our fickle-heartedness. For$$$ after all$$$ what business has Time to bring us consolation?