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Show Celia's aflame, I mean no stricture On his Sir J ash-surpassing picture) I wish her next, and 'tis the soul Of all I 've drop! into the bowl, Her mother's beauty- nay, but two So fair at once would never do. Then let her but the half possess, Troy was besieged ten years for less. Now if there's any truth in Darwin, And we from what was, all we are win, I simply wish the child to be A sample of Heredity, Enjoying to the full extent Life's best, the Unearned Increment Which Fate her Godfather to flout Gave !tim in legacies of gout. Thus, then, the cup is duly filled; Walk steady, dear, lest all be spilled. 40 |