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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains / My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, / Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains / One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, / But being too happy in thine happiness, --