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E'en 'plaining flies to thee have spoke,
Poor trifles as they be;
And oft the spider's web thou'st broke,
To set the captive free.

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The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret love.

Arts may ply fantastic anatomy but nature is always herself in her wildest moods of extravagence.

The ivyed oaks dark shadow falls
Oft picking up with wondering gaze
Some little thing of other days
Saved from the wreck of time.

And don't despise your betters cause they're old.

Throw not my words away, as many do;
They're gold in value, though they're cheap to you.

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