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[XXVIII. Of Death the sharpest function]
Of Death the sharpest function,That, just as we discern,
The Excellence defies us;
Securest gathered then
The fruit perverse to plucking,
But leaning to the sight
With the ecstatic limit
Of unobtained Delight.
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