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it of company,
ith every Jack and Jill?
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Soon topples dohe hill.
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Be passionate, not bountiful
As common beauties may,
born to keep in trim
ith old Ezekiels cherubim
But t.
I knoy gives,
vant lives,
Yet praise ters gone:
t a fool can call me friend,
And I may dine at journeys end
ith Donne.