"Practise ever truth and uprightness till the cold grave, and deviate not a finger’s breadth from God’s ways! Then wilt thou, as on a green meadow, go through thy pilgrimage of life; then canst thou without fear and dread look death in the face.Then will the sickle and the plough be light in thy hand; then canst thou sing over the water-jug, as if it were filled with wine. But to the scoundrel is everything full of trouble, do what he may: the devil drives him to and fro, leaving him no rest.The beautiful spring smiles not for him, the fields of corn wave not with joy for him; he is a lover of lies and deceit, he cares for nothing but gold; the wind in the wood, the leaf on the tree, whisper horror to his heart; he finds no rest in the grave after life is over."
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