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Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.

The Eagle Suffers Little Birds To Sing.

Some Report A Sea-maid Spawn'd Him; Some That He Was Begot Between Two Stock-fishes. But It Is Certain That When He Makes Water His Urine Is Congealed Ice.

The Moon Of Rome, Chaste As The Icicle That's Curded By The Frost From Purest Snow.