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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.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
What, lost a world, and bade a hero fly?
The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
The evening praises the day, and the morning a frost.
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most read more
As the honey of Hybla, my old lad of the castle--and is not a
buff jerkin in a most sweet robe of durance?
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
The mob will now and then see things in a right light.
Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
Oh, woman! in our hours of ease,
Uncertain, coy, and hard to please.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.
And whispering, "I will ne'er consent," consented.
If thou thy selfe canst doe it, attend no others helpe or hand.
If thou thy selfe canst doe it, attend no others helpe or hand.
