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"Dying? I am not dying? Are you mad? / You think I need to ask for heavenly grace? / _I_ think _you_ are a fiend, who would be glad / To see me struggle in death's cold embrace.
"But, man, you lie! for I am strong -- in truth / Stronger than I have been in years; and soon / I shall feel young again as in my youth, / My glorious youth -- life's one great priceless boon.