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I Am Misanthropos, And Hate Mankind, For Thy Part, I Do Wish Thou Wert A Dog, That I Might Love Thee Something.

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Let Not The World See Fear And Sad Distrust Govern The Motion Of A Kingly Eye.

All Things That Are, Are With More Spirit Chased Than Enjoyed.

When I Bestride Him, I Soar, I Am A Hawk: He Trots The Air; The Earth Sings When He Touches It; The Basest Horn Of His Hoof Is More Musical Than The Pipe Of Hermes.