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The thirst to know and understand, A large and liberal discontent.
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And must I wholly banish hence These red and golden juices, And pay my vows to Abstinence, That pallidest of Muses?
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We hold our hate too choice a thing For light and careless lavishing.
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Pain with the thousand teeth.
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April, April, Laugh thy girlish laughter; Then, the moment after, Weep thy girlish tears!
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