• But thou, through good and evil, praise and blame,
    Wilt not thou love me for myself alone?
    Yes, thou wilt love me with exceeding love,
    And I will tenfold all that love repay;
    Still smiling, though the tender may reprove,
    Still faithful, though the trusted may betray.

    Thomas Babbington Macaulay, “Lines Written In August”
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