At thine inaugural feast I will this day Attend, my duties to commence. But
one thing! - Accidents may happen, hence A line or two in writing grant, I
A writing, Pedant! dost demand from me? Man, and man's plighted word, are
these unknown to thee? Is't not enough, that by the word I gave, My doom
for evermore is cast? Doth not the world in all its currents rave, And must a
promise hold me fast? Yet fixed is this delusion in our heart; Who, of his own
free will, therefrom would part? How blest within whose breast truth reigneth
pure! No sacrifice will he repent when made! A formal deed, with seal and
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