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 O me! what profits it to put An idle case? If Death were seen At first as Death, Love had not been, Or been in narrowest working shut,

Mere fellowship of sluggish moods, Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape Had bruised the herb and crush'd the grape, And bask'd and batten'd in the woods.