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...•. and from the 119th to the 125th stanzas, there are some fine lines on love, thus concluding: — We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick —...at first — But all too late, — so are we doubly cunt. Love, fame, ambition, avarice, — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill — and none the...

...— Sick— sick ; uofound the boon— unslackcd the thirst, Though lo the last, in Tern of • .it decay, Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first...— But all too late, — so are we doubly curst. Jjove, fame, ambition, avarice — 'tis the same, Each idle — and all ill — and none the worst—...

...We » ih, r from our youth, we gaip away— s'«k— nek i unfound th« boon, unslaked the ihir -:, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantom lures, such as we rough! at first— And thou, who never ytt of human wrong Ixut tht unbalanced scale, great Nemesis...

...The fatal spell , and still it draws us on, Heaping the whirlwind from the oft-sown winds ; CXXIV. We wither from our youth , we gasp away-- Sick —...lures, such as we sought at first— . ,. But all loo late, so are we doubly curst. . 'ir ,-• ' i Love , fame, ambition , avarice — 'tis the same,...

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...phantom, to the full as tantalising and fruitless as Calandrino's hunt after the invisible stone. " unfound the boon, unslaked the thirst, Though to the last in verge of his decay, Some phantom lured, such as he sought at first ; Yet all in vain." Once or twice after this,...

...stuhhorn heart its alchemy hegun, Seem ever near the prize — wealthicst when most undone. CXXIV. We wither from our youth, we gasp away — Sick — sick; unfound the hoon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our deeay, Some phantom lures, sueh as...

...most undone. CXXIV. We wither from our youth, we gasp away— Sick—sick; unfound the boon—unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay,...phantom lures, such as we sought at first— But all too late,—so are we doubly curst. Love, fame, ambition, avarice—'t is the same, Each idle—and all...

...wealthiest when most u ndo-ie CXX1V. We wither from our youth, we gasp away— Sick — sick; nufound the boon — unslaked the thirst, Though to the last, in verge of our decay, Some phantoms lure, such as we sought at first— But all too late,— so are we doubly curst. Love, fame,...