Quote #8
The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
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- His time is forever, everywhere his place.
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- What shall I do to be forever known, And make the age to come my own?
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