Wing’d with bright music and melodious song,—
The flaming flowers of heaven, making May-dance
In dear Imagination’s rich pleasance.
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The world still goeth about to shew and hide,
Befool’d of all opinion, fond of fame:
But he that can do well taketh no pride,
And see’th his error, undisturb’d by shame:
So poor’s the best that longest life can do,
The most so little, diligently done;