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Rh And touched it with a touch of anodyne ; As being healed, he smiled again, and said, " Sweetheart, you have not sung to me so long ; They say frogs croak to pique the nightingales Into melodic contest ; thus croak I : —

" Woe is my mother that reared me, for I am a man of strife, I have not hated my neighbour, and yet he would seek my life. Prophets that prophesy smooth things, to them shall the smooth things come ; Better than coal from the altar it is that a man be dumb. Wake her not up, my beloved ; fan her with breeze of myrrh. " Happiness is not the one thing a man should essay to gain, So I have said with the others, when I had but medium pain. Some of the planets, it may be, have air that is pure and best ; He who should set out to reach them would need on the way to rest.