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Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.
Who like sour fruit to stir their veins' salt tides.
Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.
Content is the philosopher's stone, that turns all it touches
into gold.
There is as much love between you and me as between the wolf and
the lamb.
There is as much love between you and me as between the wolf and
the lamb.
We make allowance for necessity.
We make allowance for necessity.
But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
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But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.
