I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death.
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And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw, The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread.John Milton
For neither man nor angel can discern Hypocrisy, the only evil that walks Invisible, except to God alone.
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Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is flat despair.
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Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity.
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Beauty is Nature's coin, must not be hoarded, But must be current.
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Oft he seems to hide his face, But unexpectedly returns And to his faithful champion hath in place Bore witness gloriously.
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