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The Gods Are Just, And Of Our Pleasant Vices Make Instruments To Plague Us.
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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Lear
-- Act v, Sc. 3
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