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I am Envy, begotten of a chimney-sweeper and an oyster-wife. I cannot read, and therefore wish all books were burnt; I am lean with seeing others eat ...more

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O, thou art fairer than the evening air     Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;     Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter     When he appear'd to...more

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The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

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Yet should there hover in their restless headsOne thought, one grace, one wonder at the least,Which into words no virtue can digest.