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Much Madness Is Divinest Sense, To A Discerning Eye.

I Never Lost As Much But Twice, And That Was In The Sod.

They Might Not Need Me; But They Might. I'll Let My Head Be Just In Sight; A Smile As Small As Mine Might Be Precisely Their Necessity.

Enough Is So Vast A Sweetness I Suppose It Never Occurs.

If I Shouldn't Be Alive When The Robins Come, Give The One In Red Cravat, A Memorial Crumb.