"Love seeketh not itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell`s despair." So sung a little clod of clay, Trodden with the cattle`s feet; But a pebble of the brook Warbled out these meters meet: "Love seeketh only Self to please, To bind another to its delight, Joys in another`s loss of ease, And builds a hell in heaven`s despite."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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