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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
So much of grain the ground's lord bids thee yield:Bring sacks to granary in Autumn! spareDaily intelligence of this manure,That compost, how they tend to feed the soil:There thou art master sole and absolute—Only remember doomsday! Twit'st thou meBecause I turn away my outraged noseShould'st thou obtrude thereon a shovelfulOf fertilizing kisses? Since thy sireWills and obtains thy marriage with the maid,Enough! Be reticent, I counsel thee,Nor venture to acquaint him, point by point,What he procures thee. Is he so obtuse?Keep thy instruction to thyself! My ass—Only from him expect acknowledgement
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