Edgar Albert Guest
"BUSINESS is business,' he said to me,
As he gave me short weight in my pound of tea.
'In business there isn't much sentiment,'
Said he, as he charged me the extra cent.
'Once I trusted a friend and he didn't pay,'
The bread that he sold wasn't made that day.
'Business is business,' he said to me,
Of a dozen eggs we could use but three.
O, it seems to me some way, somehow,
There's too much business in business now.
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(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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