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And, though circuitous and obscure,The feet of Nemesis how sure!
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Man looks at his own bliss, considers it,Weighs it with curious fingers; and 'tis gone.
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Flower-fondled, clasp'd in ivy's close caress,It seems with Nature, yet apart.
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Earth is less fragrant now, and heaven more sweet.
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Best they honour theeWho honour in thee only what is best.
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Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
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O be less beautiful, or be less brief.
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The votes of veering crowds are notThe things that are more excellent.
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The stars of heaven are free becauseTheir joy is to obey the laws.
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God on His throne isMoveth the Whole.
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Deemest thou, labourSolemn is joy.
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Ladies whose smile embroiled the world.
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Sea that breakest for ever, that breakest and never art broken.
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Braying of arrogant brass, whimper of querulous reeds.
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