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I find earth not grey but rosy,
 Heaven not grim but fair of hue.
Do I stoop? I pluck a posy.
 Do I stand and stare? All's blue.

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Doubtless I am pushed and shoved by
 Rogues and fools enough: the more
Good luck mine, I love, am loved by
 Some few honest to the core.
Scan the near high, scout the far low!
 "But the low come close:" what then?
Simpletons? My match is Marlowe;
 Sciolists? My mate is Ben.