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Here at the fountain’s sliding foot,
Or at some fruit-tree’s mossy root,
Casting the body’s vest aside,
My soul into the boughs does glide.

— Andrew Marvell

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For though the whole world cannot show such another,
Yet we’d better by far have him than his brother.

The world in all doth but two nations bear —
The good, the bad; and these mixed everywhere.

To make a bank was a great plot of state;
Invent a shovel, and be a magistrate.

The Character of Holland (1653)

An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.

No creature loves an empty space;
Their bodies measure out their place.

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