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--I have observ'd

That those who bear misfortune over meekly do but persuade mankind, that underline they /underline & underline want, /underline Are both too fitly match'd to be disjoin'd And so, in underline fellowship /underline they leave them.

....Around me All seems like the dark mingled mimickry Of fev'rish sleep, --in which the half doubting mind Wiler'd & weary, --with a deep drawn breath, Says to itself-- underline "Shall /underline I not wake".?--

What passes in my mind, to thee, is nothing If my hand do the work that's fasten'd on me. Let's pass to it as quickly as thou wilt And do not speak to me.--