XLII
Time’s Lesson
Mine enemy is growing old,—I have at last revenge.The palate of the hate departs;If any would avenge,—
Let him be quick, the viand flits,It is a faded meat.Anger as soon as fed is dead;‘T is starving makes it fat.
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