"After those poets for whom art and knowledge were wealth,
Alas to have lived to see this fate befall us,
Their books in corners greying into nothing,
Their sons without one syllable of their secret treasure" - Cúchonnacht Ó Dálaigh
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📖 Ancient Restoration "The high poets are gone and I mourn for the world's waning, The sons of those sharped masters emptied of sharp response. I mourn for their fading books reams of no earnest stupidity, lost-unjustly abandoned-begotten by drinkers of wisdom...."
