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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
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Let down his lading in the market-place,No damage to a single pack. Which beast,Think ye, had praise and patting and a brandOf good-and-faithful-servant fixed on flank?So, with thy squeamish scruple,—what importsFasting or feasting? Do thy day's work, dareRefuse no help thereto,—since help refusedIs hindrance sought and found. Win but the race—Who shall object 'He tossed three wine cups off,And, just at starting, Lilith kissed his lips?'
More soberly,—consider this, my Son!Put case I never have myself enjoyed,Known by experience what enjoyment means,How shall I—share enjoyment?—no, indeed!—
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