mantooth
mantooth
14.04.2020 • 
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The other two, slight air and purging fire,/Are both with thee, wherever I abide;/The first my thought, the other my desire,/These present-absent with swift motion slide./For when these quicker elements are gone/In tender embassy of love to thee/,My life, being made of four, with two alone/Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;/Until life's composition be recured/By those swift messengers return'd from thee,/0 Who even but now come back again, assured /Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:/ This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,/ I send them back again and straight grow sad

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