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We talk of taxes, and I call you friend;
Well, such you are,-but well enough we know
How thick about us root, how rankly grow
Those subtle weeds no man has need to tend, / That flourish through neglect, and soon must send
Perfume too sweet upon us and overthrow
Our steady senses; how such matters go
We are aware, and how such matters end. Yet shall be told no meagre passion here; With lovers such as we forevermore
Isolde drinks the draught, and Guinevere
Receives the Table's ruin through her door, / Francesca, with the loud surf at her ear, / Lets fall the coloured book upon the floor.