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Inept Quotation’s Artificial Aid

For what avail the plough or sail?
 Men were deceivers ever.
Turn, gentle hermit of the dale,
 And let who will be clever.

I prithee send me back my heart,
 Half hidden from the eye;
’Tis of man’s life a thing apart—
 Good-bye, my lover, good-bye!

 

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