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They entered and sat down; and when I saw them I repeated these

verses:-

"How dear is our day and how lucky our lot, * When the cynic's

away with his tongue malign! When love and delight and the

swimming of head * Send cleverness trotting, the best boon of

wine. When the full moon shines from the cloudy veil, * And the

branchlet sways in her greens that shine: When the red rose

mantles in freshest cheek, * And Narcissus[FN#588] opeth his love

sick eyne: When pleasure with those I love is so sweet, * When

friendship with those I love is complete!"