Quote #63

Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born, In Stygian cave forlorn, 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy.

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  1. Peor and Baalim Forsake their temples dim.
  2. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips and cranks and wanton wiles, Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.
  3. From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.
  4. Sport, that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter, holding both his sides. Come, and trip it, as you go. On the light fantastic toe.
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  7. Swinges the scaly horror of his folded tail.
  8. Mirth, admit me of thy crew, To live with her, and live with thee, In unreproved pleasures free.

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