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That I grow sour, who only lack delight;
That I descend to sneer, who only grieve:
That from my depth I should contemn your height;
That with my blame my mockery you receive;
Huntress and splendour of the woodland night,
Diana of this world, do not believe.

— Hilaire Belloc Sonnets and Verse (1938)

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To Lady Diana Cooper. See her memoir, The Light of Common Day (Boston: Houghton, 1959), pp. 27–28

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Then he added, as men will who are of infinite imagination and crammed with desires, 'My wants are few.'

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