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The sun, already from the Scales declined, }
Gave little hopes of better days behind, }
But change from bad to worse, of weather and of wind. }
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Nor need they fear the dampness of the sky }
Should flag their wings, and hinder them to fly, }
'Twas only water thrown on sails too dry. }
But, least of all, philosophy presumes
Of truth in dreams, from melancholy fumes;