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Rh A hundred counsels, when a life
 * Obeys no rigid rule;

A hundred cogent arguments
 * Are lost upon a fool.

Lost is every gift that goes
 * Where it does not fit;

Lost is service lavished on
 * Sluggish mind and wit;

Lost upon ingratitude
 * Is the kindest plan;

Lost is courtesy on one
 * Not a gentleman.

Or put it this way:

Or this way:

"Ergo, the master must by no means fail to heed my sound advice. And one thing more: