Anyone who titles an essay with "A Modest Proposal" in part or whole and proceeds in attempt to persuade men with seriousness of reason shows an indubitable fault in literary education.
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The heavens are bowed about my head, shouting like seraph wars,
With rains that might put out the sun and clean the sky of stars,
Rains like the fall of ruined seas from secret worlds above,
The roaring of the rains of God none but the lonely love.
Feast in my hall, O foemen, and eat and drink and drain,
You never loved the sun in heaven as I have loved the rain.
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