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My quick wits working on their leaden brain,
Whereof the the issue oft turns gold for me!
Avis:
O, held I the elixir, I would change
The dull recurrence of the dawn, the day,
The dusk, the darkness! In my universe
A scarlet midnight and a purple noon
Should scare the world at whiles; I'd have the sea
Of Marischal, Tuberose, and Bergamot,
A world of scent and colour, gems and light
No order'd hours, no deliberate days.
In time of waxing night, and failing sun,
I'd shame with corn November's scarcity,
And shed in summer intempestive snows
To sprinkle roses oversunn'd of June!
Madam Pomeroy:
Nay, it were foolish so to spend the spell.
Believe me, child, you are too fanciful,
