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Folly and Wisdom, Heavenly twins,Sons of the god Imagination,Heirs of the Virtues—which were SinsTill Transcendental ContemplationTransmogrified their outer skins—Friend, do you follow me? For IHave lost myself, I don’t know why.
Resuming, then, this eruditeAnd decorative Dedication,—Accept it, John, with all your mightIn Cinquecentic resignation.You may not understand it, quite,But if you’ve followed me all through,You’ve done far more than I could do.