Make Haste Away, And Let One Be A Friendly Patron Unto Thee; Lest, Rapt From Hence, I See Thee Lie Torn For The Use Of Pastery; Or See Thy Injured Leaves Serve Well To Make Loose Gowns For Mackerel; Or See The Grocers, In A Trice, Make Hoods Of Thee To Serve Out Spice.
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