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Message Subject
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The Witch's Corner
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Poster Handle
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Ty_ |
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So care in waters,
To 'ware, might flee?
In swirling dark,
Cold grip, his keep.
Quoting: Ty_ It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Yet sit idle, with aged wife; king, With gavel and quill half-justice bring, Those savage masses feed and hoard, And count themselves, they leap - asleep. A little profit, the sep'rate few, With waking eyes a ship could board. To set new course when mourning due, While others blink and cry out fraud! There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. Fin. That last line, oof.
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