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This is the Thing that I was born to do.

And who in time knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue? To what strange shores This gain of our best glory shall be sent, T' enrich unknowing nations with our stores? What worlds in th' yet unformed Occident May come refin'd with th' accents that are ours?

And who in time knows whither we may vent the treasure of our tongue, to what strange shores this gain of our best glories shall be sent, 't unknowing Nations with our stores? What worlds in the yet unformed Occident may come refined with the accents that are ours?

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out through, and his Frailty find.

This many-headed monster, Multitude.

The key of the fields .

Striving to tell his woes, words would not come; For light cares speak, when mighty griefs are dumb.

Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.

Th' aspirer, once attain'd unto the top, Cuts off those means by which himself got up.