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I set out, and loitering is forbidden,
And I, who stood intent upon beholding the roots
tried it; I swear it!
but so far I understood,
that hardly could the eye attain it.

The cord of a bow; 
never shot an arrow from itself,
for that, you need a bowman

... But also, permission to loiter.

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