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I am sore wounded but not slainI will lay me down and bleed a whileAnd then rise up to fight again

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But far more numerous was the herd of such,Who think too little, and who talk too much.

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Welcome, thou kind deceiver!Thou best of thieves: who, with an easy key,Dost open life, and, unperceived by us,Even steal us from ourselves.

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For you may palm upon us new for old:All, as they say, that glitters, is not gold.