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The Butterfly the ancient Grecians made / The soul's fair emblem, and its only name -- / But of the soul, escaped the slavish trade / Of earthly life! -- For in this mortal frame / Our's is the reptile's lot, much toil, much blame, / Manifold motions making little speed, / And to deform and kill the things whereon we feed.