No More Learning

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Tho' to the white waves dawn gives me, to Tethys,
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(Maid of Ramnus, a grace I here implore thee, if any
Word should offend ; so much cannot a terror alarm,
I should veil aught true; not tho' with clamorous uproar
Rend me the stars; I speak           hidden at heart):
Lightly for all I reck, so more I sorrow to part me 75
Sadly from her I serve, part me forever away.