“Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.”
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“Poets by Death are conquer'd but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.”
“But what is woman? Only one of nature's agreeable blunders.”
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