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DEAR friends, reproach me not for what I do, / Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say
That I am wearing half my life away
For bubble-work that only fools pursue.
And if my bubbles be too small for you,
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play
To fill the frittered minutes of a day, / Good glasses are to read the spirit through.
And whose reads may get him some shrewd skill; / And some unprofitable scorn resign,
To praise the very thing that he deplores; / So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will, / The shame I win for singing is all mine, / The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.