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Though I Thy Mithridates Were

Written by: James Joyce | Biography
 | Quotes (52) |
 Though I thy Mithridates were, 
Framed to defy the poison-dart, 
Yet must thou fold me unaware 
To know the rapture of thy heart, 
And I but render and confess 
The malice of thy tenderness.
For elegant and antique phrase, Dearest, my lips wax all too wise; Nor have I known a love whose praise Our piping poets solemnize, Neither a love where may not be Ever so little falsity.

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