PART I. THE OLD RULE
These are they
Who ride on the court gale, control its tides;
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Whose frown abases and whose smile exalts.
They shine like any rainbow—and, perchance,
Their colours are as transient.
Old Play
These are they
Who ride on the court gale, control its tides;
***
Whose frown abases and whose smile exalts.
They shine like any rainbow—and, perchance,
Their colours are as transient.
Old Play