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152 For if there's one that sat on smiling there,

As though my arguments were sweet as milk

Yet found them bitter, I will thank him for it,

If he but speak his mind.

There is no one, Master, There is not one but found them sweet as milk.

The things that have been told us in our childhood

Are not so fragile.

We are no longer children.

We all believe in you and in what you have taught.