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 If you will analyse the bread you eat, The water and the wine most pure and sweet, Your stomach soon must loathe all drink and meat.

Life liveth but in Life, and doth not roam To other realms if all be well at home: "Solid as ocean-foam," quoth ocean-foam.

If Midge will pine and curse its hours away Because Midge is not Everything For-aye, Poor Midge thus loses its one summer day; Loses its all—and winneth what, I pray?