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Why, Sirs, they do all this as well as we.''They hunt old trails' said Cyril 'very well;But when did woman ever yet invent?''Ungracious!' answer'd Florian, 'have you learnt No more from Psyche's lecture, you that talk'd The trash that made me sick, and almost sad?''O trash' he said 'but with a kernel in it. Should I not call her wise, who made me wise? And learnt? I learnt more from her in a flash, Than if my brainpan were an empty hull,And every Muse tumbled a science in.A thousand hearts lie fallow in these halls,And round these halls a thousand baby loves Fly twanging headless arrows at the hearts,Whence follows many a vacant pang; but OWith me, Sir, enter'd in the bigger boy,The Head of all the golden-shafted firm, The long-limb'd lad that had a Psyche too; He cleft me thro' the stomacher; and now What think you of it, Florian? will it hold?
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