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A DREAM OF FAIR WOMEN.
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xliii.
"That man, of all the men I ever knew,
Most touched my fancy. O! what days and nights
We had in Egypt, ever reaping new
Harvest of ripe delights.

xliv.
"Realm-draining revels! Life was one long feast.
What wit! what words! what sweet words, only made
Less sweet by the kiss that broke 'em, liking best
To be so richly stayed!

xlv.
"What dainty strifes, when fresh from war's alarms,
My Hercules, my gallant Antony,
My mailèd captain leapt into my arms,
Contented there to die!

xlvi.
"And in those arms he died: I heard my name
Sighed forth with life: then I shook off all fear:
Oh what a little snake stole Cæsar's fame!
What else was left? look here!"