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Rh 57. Taste in Choosing. If to choose my niche precise Freedom I could win from fate, I'd be in midst of Paradise— Or, sooner still—before the gate!

58. The Crooked Nose. Wide blow your nostrils, and across The land your nose holds haughty sway: So you, unhorned rhinoceros, Proud mannikin, fall forward aye! The one trait with the other goes: A straight pride and a crooked nose.

59. ''The Pen is Scratching. ...'' The pen is scratching: hang the pen! To scratching I'm condemned to sink! I grasp the inkstand fiercely then And write in floods of flowing ink. How broad, how full the stream's career! What luck my labours doth requite! 'Tis true, the writing's none too clear— What then? Who reads the stuff I write?

60. Loftier Spirits. This man's climbing up—let us praise him— But that other we love From aloft doth eternally move, So above even praise let us raise him, He comes from above!