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8. And how war yore maggies?
Answer: They war loving, they love laughing, they laugh
weeping, they weep smelling, they smell smiling, they smile hating, they hate thinking, they think feeling, they feel tempting,
they tempt daring, they dare waiting, they wait taking, they take
thanking, they thank seeking, as born for lorn in lore of love to
live and wive by wile and rile by rule of ruse 'reathed rose and
hose hol'd home, yeth cometh elope year, coach and four, Sweet
Peck-at-my-Heart picks one man more.
Finnegans Wake - James Joyce
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Sonnet 66 by William Shakespeare
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As, to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection rightfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled,
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly doctor-like controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
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