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To harm the thing that trusts him, and to shameThat which he says he loves: for Cyril, howe'erHe deal in frolic, as to-night—the songMight have been worse and sinn'd in grosser lipsBeyond all pardon—as it is, I holdThese flashes on the surface are not he.He has a solid base of temperament:But as the waterlily starts and slidesUpon the level in little puffs of wind,Tho' anchor'd to the bottom, such is he.'
 Scarce had I ceased when from a tamarisk near Two Proctors leapt upon us, crying, 'Names' He, standing still, was clutch'd; but I began To thrid thro' all the musky mazes, wind And double in and out the boles, and race By all the fountains: fleet I was of foot:Before me shower'd the rose in flakes; behind I heard the puff'd pursuer; at mine ear Bubbled the nightingale and heeded not,
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