What win I, if I gain the thing I seek?
A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy.
Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?
Or sells eternity to get a toy?
For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy?
-The Rape Of Lucrece, Shakespeare
*hui Ting! Do not allow yourself to be tempted by earthly pleasures. Temporary joy rips you off your future. Prioritise according. You can do it!
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