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Unformatted text preview: Making a famine where abundance lies, Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel: Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament, And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content, And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding: Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee....
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This note was uploaded on 09/18/2008 for the course LIT 301 taught by Professor Shakle during the Spring '08 term at SUNY Buffalo.
- Spring '08