KNOWEST thou that old queen of the world who is on the march always and wearies never Every uncurbed passion every selfish pleasure every licentious energy of humanity and all its tyrannous weakness go before the sordid mistress of our tearful valley and scythe in hand these indefatigable labourers reap their eternal harvest That queen is old as time but her skeleton is concealed in the wreckage of womens beauty which she abstracts from their you...
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