Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

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I Never, With Important Air, In Conversation Overbear. . . . . My Tongue Within My Lips I Rein; For Who Talks Much Must Talk In Vain.

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How, Like A Moth, The Simple Maid Still Plays Around The Flame!