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Story CXLV that this day my eye could not see the world without thee; here I am on thy grave—would that it were over my head.

After separation from him I resolved and firmly determined to fold up the carpet of pleasure during the rest of my life, and to retire from mixing in society:

"Last night I strutted about like a peacock in the garden of union, but to-day, through separation from my friend, I twist my head like a snake. The profit of the sea would be good if there were no fear of waves; the company of the rose would be sweet if there were no pain from thorns."