What tender force, what dignity divine, what virtue consecrating every feature; around that neck what dross are gold and pearl!
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We push time from us, and we wish him back; * * * * * * Life we think long and short; death seek and shun.
With fame, in just proportion, envy grows.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
Time destroyed Is suicide, where more than blood is spilt.