Maimed -- was I -- yet not by Venture --
Stone of stolid Boy --
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure --
Who mine Enemy?
Maimed -- was I -- yet not by Venture --
Stone of stolid Boy --
Nor a Sportsman's Peradventure --
Who mine Enemy?
Not for itself, the Dust is shy,
But, enemy, Beloved be
Thy Batteries divorce.
Sic transit gloria mundi,"
"How doth the busy bee,"
"Dum vivimus vivamus,"
I stay mine enemy!
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend Or the most agonizing Spy An Enemy could send .
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