Lord Lytton

Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
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Oh, better no doubt is a dinner of herbs,
When season'd with love, which no rancour disturbs
And sweeten'd by all that is sweetest in life
Than turbot, bisque, ortolans, eaten in strife!
But if, out of humour, and hungry, alone
A man should sit down to dinner, each one
Of the dishes which the cook chooses to spoil
With a horrible mixture of garlic and oil,
The chances are ten against one, I must own,
He gets up as ill-tempered as when he sat down.

To all facts there are laws,
The effect has its cause, and I mount to the cause.

To all facts there are laws,
The effect has its cause, and I mount to the cause.

We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
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We are what we must
And not what we would be. I know that one hour
Assures not another. The will and the power
Are diverse.

Meanwhile, there is dancing in yonder green bower,
A swarm of young midges, they dance high and low;
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Meanwhile, there is dancing in yonder green bower,
A swarm of young midges, they dance high and low;
'Tis a sweet little species that lives but one hour,
And the eldest was born half an hour ago.

As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.

As pure as a pearl,
And as perfect: a noble and innocent girl.