"Reluctance" by Robert Frost
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
"Self-deception" by Meredith Black
Ah, when to the folly of man
Was it ever less than a victory
To trade commitment for boundlessness
To believe freedom has no responsibility,
And to live a life alone
Without love or liberty?
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