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17. The Lady Barber -

A LADY barber there doth dwell
Just where Suburra's vale emerges
To join the place where Argus fell,
Where hang the lictors' bloody scourges.
She sits among the cobblers' booths
That take up half the street or block it;
No chin this barber ever smooths!
What is it that she trims? — Your pocket.
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4. To Ammianus -

You fondle your mother and she fondles you:
You're her " brother" and she is your " sister."
Why those mischievous names, I should much like to know?
Why are you not her son when you've kissed her?
If you think that such conduct is merely a jest,
You're mistaken, my innocent " brother."
When a mother as " sister" would fain be addressed,
She is neither the one nor the other.
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The Day has come

The Day has come:
Prophets and seers foretold it, — greatest day;
All secrets of this life to be exposed,
All prisoners and slaves to be released,
All darkness banished and all discord healed, —
Old time is ripe for this, and earth and Heaven
Wait with expectant ear and eye the call.
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