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Tiriel Black berries appear that poison all round him. Such was Tiriel, CompelPd to pray repugnant, and to humble the immortal spirit ; Till I am subtil as a serpent in a paradise, Consuming all, both flowers and fruits, insects and warbling birds. And now my paradise is fall'n, and a drear sandy plain 350 Returns my thirsty hissings in a curse on thee, O Har, Mistaken father of a lawless race ! — My voice is past.' He ceas'd, outstretch'd at Har and Heva's feet in awful death.

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Hypocrisy, the idiot's wisdom, and the wise man's folly.