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Claude to Eustace
HANG this thinking, at last! what good is it? oh, and what evil!Oh, what mischief and pain! like a clock in a sick man’s chamber,Ticking and ticking, and still through each covert of slumber pursuing.What shall I do to thee, O thou Preserver of men? Have compassion;Be favourable, and hear! Take from me this regal knowledge;Let me, contented and mute, with the beasts of the fields, my brothers,Tranquilly, happily lie,—and eat grass, like Nebuchadnezzar!