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THIS DEFILETH A MAN, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: My son, you do not see
Last Line: And makes and shall make -- envy.
Subject(s): Envy


My son, you do not see
How everything that dies, dies by its own
Corruption: all that injures is within.
Rust is the poison of iron, moths of wool,
And worms of wood; in you there is a poison
Most deadly, which has made you sick to death
And makes and shall make -- envy.





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