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Nakedness In the palaistra or among the vines Bathed of the dew, and sunshine-sanctified, Was God-like once that Beast-like is to-day! All innocent joys and frank are turned morose And harmful made, albeit more sweet by you Who spice each joy with savour of a sin! Yet tho' the vile impute his villainy To Beauty, still the marble Goddess stands A statue scribbled by the lounger's coal With trivial inscription, or unclean, Calm and impassive, heedless of the stain, Since one night's dew shall wash her white once more.

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Lady, fair stranger, like a soothsayer You prophesied for little Antony, I have afriend, you mark him yonder, Gilles, Have you no cure for his moon-madness?