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My first you oft savagely pierce through and through;
My next harbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;
But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,
Should my whole, from my second, step into my first!
My first you oft savagely pierce through and through;
My next harbours nonsense, and wisdom, and dust;
But, oh! what disaster might chance to accrue,
Should my whole, from my second, step into my first!