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TO HIS SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS

First Line: POOR LITTLE, PRETTY, FLUTTERING THING
Last Line: THOU DREAD'ST AND HOP'ST THOU KNOW'ST NOT WHAT.
Subject(s): SOUL;
Poor little, pretty, flutt'ring Thing,
Must We no longer live together?
And dost Thou prune thy trembling Wing,
To take thy Flight Thou know'st not whither?
Thy humorous Vein, thy pleasing Folly,
Lyes all neglected, all forgot:
And pensive, wav'ring, melancholy,
Thou dread'st and hop'st Thou know'st not what.



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