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A MEDLEY.
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Let no man enter in on pain of death?'‘And if I had’ he answer’d ‘who could thinkThe softer Adams of your Academe,O sister, Sirens tho’ they be, were suchAs chanted on the blanching bones of men?''But you will find it otherwise’ she said.'You jest; ill jesting with edge-tools! I am boundTo tell her. O, she has an iron will,An axelike edge unturnable, our Head,The Princess.’ ‘Well then, Psyche, take my life,And nail me like a weasel on a grangeFor warning; bury me beside the gate,And cut this epitaph above my bones;Here lies a brother by a sister slain,All for the common good of womankind.''Let me die too’ said Cyril ‘having seenAnd heard the Lady Psyche.’
I struck in:'Albeit so mask'd, Madam, I love the truth;
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