Democritus, dear droll, revisit earth, And with our follies glut thy heighten`d mirth: Sad Heraclitus, serious wretch, return, In louder grief our greater crimes to mourn, Between you both I unconcern`d stand by; Hurt can I lauh? and honest need I cry?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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