Because their human lives were so short, the happily married had no time to get sick of one another. His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use, And the choicest of wine is my colour; And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues The fuller I fill it—the fuller! IV.
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