An oily tongue hides a wicked heart,
It pollutes his soul for being smart.
Jealousy floats up, ego in his eyes,
Ill-will kills purity of mind for lies. ...
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Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!