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For easier 'tis to learn and recollectWhat moves derision than what claims respect.
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Who hopes by strange variety to please,Puts dolphins among forests, boars in seas.
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Mere grace is not enough: a play should thrillThe hearer's soul, and move it at its will.
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The gods imploreTo crush the proud and elevate the poor.
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What's kept at home you cancel by a stroke:What's sent abroad you never can revoke.
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None knows the reason why this curseWas sent on him, this love of making verse.
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A wet summer and a fine winter should be the farmer's prayer.
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Arise from my bones, my unknown avenger.
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