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- 1816
- ON FAME
- by John Keats
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- You cannot eat your cake and have it too.
- Proverb
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- How fever'd is the man who cannot look
- Upon his mortal days with temperate blood,
- Who vexes all the leaves of his life's book,
- And robs his fair name of its maidenhood;
- It is as if the rose should pluck herself,
- Or the ripe plum finger its misty bloom,
- As if a Naiad, like a meddling elf,
- Should darken her pure grot with muddy gloom:
- But the rose leaves herself upon the briar
- For winds to kiss and grateful bees to feed,
- And the ripe plum still wears its dim attire,
- The undisturbed lake has crystal space;
- Why then should man, teasing the world for grace,
- Spoil his salvation for a fierce miscreed?
- THE END
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