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43
MUCH READING.
I hope to ripen into richer wineThan mixt Falernian; those decantered streams
Pour'd from another's chalice into thine
Make less of wisdom than the scholar dreams;
Precept on precept, tedious line on line,
That never-thinking, ever-reading plan,
Fashion some patchwork garments for a man,
But starve his mind; it starves of too much meat,
An undigested surfeit; as for me,
I am untamed, a spirit free and fleet
That cannot brook the studious yoke, nor be
Like some dull grazing ox without a soul,
But, feeling racer's shoes upon my feet,
Before my teacher starts, I touch the goal!
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