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In luck or out the toil has left its mark: That old perplexity an empty purse, Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.

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William Butler Yeats
Age: 73 †
Born: 1865
Born: June 13
Died: 1939
Died: January 28
Astrologer
Mystic
Playwright
Poet
Politician
Writer
Scrooby
Nottinghamshire
W. B. Yeats
William Yeats
W.B. Yeats
Frustration
Vanity
Luck
Mark
Perplexity
Empty
Purse
Left
Purses
Night
Remorse
Work
Toil

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