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At least, 't is mutual risk,    Some found it mutual gain; Sweet debt of Life,    each night to owe, Insolvent, every noon. AT LEAST TIS MUTUAL RISK SOME FOUND IT MUTUAL GAIN SWEET DEBT OF LIFE EACH NIGHT TO OWE INSOLVENT EVERY NOON
t the names of gems, -- The colors of the commonest; And scarce of diadems So much that, did I meet the queen, Her glory I should know: But this must be a different wealth, To miss it beggars so. I 'm sure 't is India all day To those who look on you Without a stint, without a blame, -- Might I but be the Jew! I 'm sure it is Golconda, Beyond my power to deem, -- To have a smile for mine each day, How better than a gem! At least, it solaces to know That there exists a gold, Although I prove it just in time Its distance to behold! It 's far, far treasure to surmise, And estimate the pearl That slipped my simple fingers through While just a girl at school! IV. THE CONTRACT. I gave myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way. The wealth might disappoint, Myself a poorer prove Than this great purchaser suspect, The daily own of Love Depreciate the vision; But, till the merchant buy, Still fable, in the isles of spice, The subtle cargoes lie. ITH YOU OF MINES I LITTLE KNOW MYSELF BUT JUST THE NAMES OF GEMS THE COLORS OF THE COMMONEST AND SCARCE OF DIADEMS SO MUCH THAT DID I MEET THE QUEEN HER GLORY I SHOULD KNOW BUT THIS MUST BE A DIFFERENT WEALTH TO MISS IT BEGGARS SO I'M SURE TIS INDIA ALL DAY TO THOSE WHO LOOK ON YOU WITHOUT A STINT WITHOUT A BLAME MIGHT I BUT BE THE JEW I'M SURE IT IS GOLCONDA BEYOND MY POWER TO DEEM TO HAVE A SMILE FOR MINE EACH DAY HOW BETTER THAN A GEM AT LEAST IT SOLACES TO KNOW THAT THERE EXISTS A GOLD ALTHOUGH I PROVE IT JUST IN TIME ITS DISTANCE TO BEHOLD IT'S FAR FAR TREASURE TO SURMISE AND ESTIMATE THE PEARL THAT SLIPPED MY SIMPLE FINGERS THROUGH WHILE JUST A GIRL AT SCHOOL FOUR THE CONTRACT I GAVE MYSELF TO HIM AND TOOK HIMSELF FOR PAY THE SOLEMN CONTRACT OF A LIFE WAS RATIFIED THIS WAY THE WEALTH MIGHT DISAPPOINT MYSELF A POORER PROVE THAN THIS GREAT PURCHASER SUSPECT THE DAILY OWN OF LOVE DEPRECIATE THE VISION BUT TILL THE MERCHANT BUY STILL FABLE IN THE ISLES OF SPICE THE SUBTLE CARGOES LIE
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