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So Full Of Artless Jealousy Is Guilt, It Spills Itself In Fearing To Be Spilt.

I Am A Foe To Tyrants, And My Country's Friend.

Comets Importing Change Of Times And States, Brandish Your Crystal Tresses In The Sky And With Them Scourge The Bad Revolting Stars.

Love Asks Me No Questions, And Gives Me Endless Support.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.