MINE enemy is growing old,
I have at last revenge.
The palate of the hate departs;
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I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; hatred, , unsatisfied and satisfied in avenge, tony
Let him be quick, the viand flits, It is a faded meat. Anger as soon as fed is dead; 'T is starving makes it fat. Anger is dead. a very fine poem. tony