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 All shapes and features I can boast, No flesh, no bones, no blood — no ghost: All colours, without paint, put on, And change like the cameleon. Swiftly I come, and enter there, Where not a chink lets in the air; Like thought, I'm in a moment gone, Nor can I ever be alone; All things on earth I imitate, Faster than nature can create; Sometimes imperial robes I wear, Anon in beggar's rags appear; A giant now, and straight an elf, I'm every one, but ne'er myself; Ne'er sad I mourn, ne'er glad rejoice, I move my lips, but want a voice; I ne'er was born, nor ne'er can die, Then prithee tell me what am I.

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things by me do rise and fall, And as I please they're great and small; Invading foes without resistance, With ease I make to keep their distance; Again, as I'm dispos'd, the foe Will come, though not a foot they go. Both mountains, woods, and hills, and rocks, And gamesome goats, and fleecy flocks, And lowing herds, and piping swains, Come dancing to me o'er the plains. The greatest whale that swims the sea Does instantly my power obey. In