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# To the Caliph Harun-al-Rashid

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The author of this poem was a hermit of Syria, equally celebrated for his talents and piety. He was son to a prince of Khorasan, and born about the ninety-seventh year of the Hegira. This poem was addressed to the Caliph upon his undertaking a pilgrimage to Mecca.
Religion's gems can ne'er adorn  The flimsy robe by pleasure worn;  Its feeble texture soon would tear,  And give those jewels to the air.
 Thrice happy they who seek th' abode  Of peace and pleasure, in their God!  Who spurn the world, its joys despise,  And grasp at bliss beyond the skies.
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# Volpone/Act II Scene II

SCENE II.
A Room in Volpone's House.
Enter Volpone and Mosca.
Volp. O, I am wounded! Mos. Where, sir? Volp. Not without; Those blows were nothing: I could bear them ever. But angry Cupid, bolting from her eyes, Hath shot himself into me like a flame; Where, now, he flings about his burning heat, As in a furnace an ambitious fire, Whose vent is stopt. The fight is all within me. I cannot live, except thou help me, Mosca; My liver melts, and I, without the hope Of some soft air, from her refreshing breath, Am but a heap of cinders. Mos. 'Las, good sir, Would you had never seen her! Volp. Nay, would thou Hadst never told me of her! Mos. Sir, 'tis true;
I do confess I was unfortunate, And you unhappy: but I'm bound in conscience, No less than duty, to effect my best To your release of torment, and I will, sir. Volp. Dear Mosca, shall I hope? Mos. Sir, more than dear, I will not bid you to despair of aught Within a human compass. Volp. O, there spoke My better angel. Mosca, take my keys, Gold, plate, and jewels, all's at thy devotion; Employ them how thou wilt; nay, coin me too: So thou, in this, but crown my longings, Mosca. Mos. Use but your patience. Volp. So I have. Mos. I doubt not To bring success to your desires. Volp. Nay, then, I not repent me of my late disguise. Mos. If you can horn him, sir, you need not. Volp. True: Besides, I never meant him for my heir.— Is not the colour of my beard and eyebrows To make me known? Mos. No jot. Volp. I did it well. Mos. So well, would I could follow you in mine, With half the happiness!—and yet I would Escape your epilogue.[Aside. Volp. But were they gull'd With a belief that I was Scoto? Mos. Sir, Scoto himself could hardly have distinguish'd! I have not time to flatter you now, we'll part: And as I prosper, so applaud my art.[Exeunt.
* ↑ But angry Cupid, &c.] This is prettily imitated from the concluding lines of the 14th Ode of Anacreon.
* ↑ ————and yet I would Escape your epilogue.] i. e. the beating which Volpone had received from Corvino.
# Krilof and His Fables/The Miller

The Miller.
The water began to dribble away through a Miller's dam. At first there would have been no great harm done, if he had taken the matter in hand. But why should he? Our Miller does not think of troubling himself. The leak becomes worse every day, and the water pours out as if from a tap.
"Hallo, Miller! don't stand gaping there! It's time you should set your wits to work."
But the Miller says,
"Harm's a long way off. I don't require an ocean of water, and my mill is rich enough in it for all my time."
​He sleeps; but meantime the water goes on running in torrents. And see! harm is here now in full force. The millstone stands still; the mill will not work. Our Miller bestirs himself, groans, troubles himself, and thinks how he can keep the waters back. While he is here on the dam, examining the leak, he observes his fowls coming to drink at the river.
"You stupid, good-for-nothing birds!" he cries. "I don't know where I'm to get water, even when you are out of the question; and here you come and drink the little that remains."
So he begins pelting them with faggots. he do himself by this? What good did Without a fowl left, or a drop of water, he went back home.
I have sometimes remarked that there are many proprietors of this kind—and this little fable was composed as a present for them—who do not grudge thousands scent on follies, but who think that they maintain domestic economy by collecting their candle-ends, and are ready to quarrel with their servants about them. With such economy, is it strange that houses rapidly fall utterly to pieces?
[It is said that Krilof's own ideas of economy were, for the most part, of the very kind he satirizes here. "Returning from a party with me one evening," says his friend Gniedich, "Krilof wouldn't pay what I did for a good carriage, saying it was wasting money. So he walked half ​of the way home; but then he became tired, and eventually he was obliged to get into a wretched vehicle, and pay almost as much, for half the distance, as he had been asked at first And this was what he called economy."]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Grandee

The Grandee.
Once, in the days of old, a certain Grandee passed from his richly dight bed into the realm which Pluto sways. To speak more simply, he died. And so, as was anciently the custom, he appeared before the justiceseat of Hades. Straightway he was asked, "Where were you born? What have you been?"
"I was born in Persia, and my rank was that of a Satrap. But, as my health was feeble during my lifetime, I never exercised any personal control in my province, but left everything to be done by my secretary."
"But you—what did you do?"
"I ate, drank, and slept; and I signed everything he set before me."
"In with him, then, at once into Paradise!"
"How now! Where is the justice of this?" thereupon exclaimed Mercury, forgetting all politeness.
"Ah, brother," answered Eacus, "you know nothing about it. But don't you see this? The dead man was a fool. What would have happened if he, who had such power in his hands, had unfortunately interfered in business? Why, he would have ruined the whole province. The tears which would have flowed then would have been beyond all ​calculation. Therefore it is that he has gone into Paradise, because he did not interfere with business."
I was in court yesterday, and I saw a judge there. There can be no doubt that he will go into Paradise.
[When this fable was submitted to the censors, they sent it on to the Minister of Public Instruction, who kept it by him for a whole year, instead of giving any decision about it. Meanwhile, copies of it were circulated in MS., and it became well known in society; but still the minister withheld permission to print it. At last, at one of the court-masquerades, Krilof found an opportunity of reading it to the Emperor Nicholas, who was so delighted with it that he took him in his arms, kissed him, and said, "Write away, old man, write away." On the strength of this, Krilof applied anew to the authorities, and obtained leave to print the fable. With its appearance, his literary career may be said to have come to a close.]
# Krilof and His Fables/The Rich Man and the Poet

The Rich Man and the Poet.
A Poet lodged an action against an exceedingly rich man, and entreated Jupiter to take his side. Both parties were ordered to appear in court. They came: the one lean and hungry, barely clothed, barely shod; the other all over gold and all puffed up by conceit.
"Take pity on me," cries the Poet, "О Ruler of Olympus! Cloud-compeller, hurler of thunderbolts! in what have I sinned before thee, that from my youth upwards I have endured the cruel persecutions of Fortune? No spoon is mine to feed from, no corner to lie in, and all my possessions exist in fancy alone. Meanwhile my rival, who has neither mind nor merit, has been living in palaces surrounded by a herd of worshippers, just as if he were an idol of thine, and swimming in the fat of luxurious delicacy!"
"But is it nothing," replied Jupiter, "that the sounds of thy lyre will resound to a distant age, while he will not be remembered by his grandsons, not to speak of his greatgrandsons? Didst not thou thyself choose glory as thy share? To him I gave the good things of this world during his lifetime. But, believe me, if he had understood things better, and if his mind could possibly have appreciated his insignificance compared with thee, he would have grumbled at his lot more than thou art grumbling at thine."
# Krilof and His Fables/The Highwayman and the Waggoner

The Highwayman and the Waggoner.
One day, towards nightfall, a Highwayman was lying in wait for booty in a thicket, at a little distance from a road. And as a hungry bear looks out from its den, so did he gaze gloomily into the distance.
Presently he sees a lumbering waggon come rolling on like a wave.
"Ah!" whispers our Highwayman. "Laden, no doubt, with goods for the fair: nothing but cloth, and damask, and brocade, to a certainty. Don't stand gaping at it: there you 'll get wherewithal to live. Ah! this day will not be lost for me!"
Meanwhile the waggon arrives. "Stop!" cries the robber, and flings himself upon the driver, cudgel in hand. But, unluckily for him, it was no mere lubberly lad he had to do with. The Waggoner was a strapping youth, who confronted the malefactor with a big stick, and defended his goods like a mountain.
Our hero was obliged to fight hard for his prey. The battle was long and fierce. The robber lost a dozen teeth, and had an arm smashed and an eye knocked out. But, in spite of all this, he remained the victor.
The malefactor killed the Waggoner—killed him, and rushed upon the spoil. What did he get? A whole waggonload of bladders!
# Krilof and His Fables/Apelles and the Ass Colt

Apelles and the Ass Colt.
Apelles invited to his house a young Ass whom he happened to meet. The very bones jumped for joy within the Donkey's frame, and it began to bore the forest to death by its bragging, addressing the other animals in such words as these:
"How tired I am of Apelles! I find him a regular nuisance. Why, I never meet him but what he invites me to his house. I suppose, my friends, that he means to paint a 'Pegasus' from me."
"No," said Apelles, who happened to be close by; "but as I intend to paint a 'Judgment of Midas,' I wanted to take your ears as a model for his; and so I shall be glad if you will come to my house. I've come across a good many donkeys' ears in my time, but such splendid ones as yours it has never been my luck to see possessed not merely by an ass colt, but even by any full-grown ass."
[This fable is said to have been intended for the benefit of a young author named Katenin, who, after the fabulist had twice asked him to his house, went about saying that Krilof was boring him with invitations.]
# Krilof and His Fables/Miron

Miron.
There lived in a certain city a rich man, named Miron. Against this rich man arose complaints from his neighbours on all sides. And the neighbours were so far right that, although he had millions in his strong box, he never gave a copeck to the poor.
But who is there who does not like to gain a good reputation? In order to give a different turn to the conversation about him, our Miron made it publicly known among the people, that in future he meant to give away food to the needy every Saturday. And, indeed, any one who passed ​his house, at the end of the week, could see that his gates were not closed.
"Poor fellow!" they think, "he will be utterly ruined." But of that there was no fear; for, every Saturday, he unchained a number of ferocious dogs, so that it was not a question with the poor who visited him of eating or of drinking, but simply of escaping, it Heaven willed it, with a whole skin.
In the meantime, Miron was looked upon as almost a saint. Every one said, "One can't sufficiently admire Miron; only it's a pity that he keeps such savage dogs, and that it's so difficult to get at him: otherwise, he is ready to give away all he has, even to the uttermost copeck."
It has often occurred to me to see how hard of access are the palaces of great people. But, of course, the fault is not due to the Mirons. It is always the dogs who are to blame.
# DOGE Termination of $45 million in DEI Scholarships in Burma

A press release by the United States' Department of Government Efficiency, showing the termination of $45 million in diversity, equity, and inclusion (DEI) scholarships in Burma. This document was released at 9:40 AM EST on January 29, 2025.
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# DOGE Terminating Contract for an Anthony Fauci Exhibit at the NIH Museum

The United States' Department of Government Efficiency (DOGE) announcing the termination of a $168,707 contract for an exhibit on Anthony Fauci at the National Institutes of Health's Museum. This announcement that the contract was terminated by DOGE was on February 7, 2025 at 4:10 PM EST.
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| Period of Performace Start Date (mm/dd/yyyy): | 07/29/2024 | 07/29/2024 | Action Obligation: | $8,962.00 | $168,707.00 |
| Completion Date (mm/dd/yyyy): | 07/29/2025 | 07/29/2025 | Base And Exercised Option Value: | $8,962.00 | $168,707.00 |
| Est. Ultimate Completion Date (mm/dd/yyyy): | 07/29/2025 | 07/29/2025 | Base and All Options Value (Total Contract Value): | $8,962.00 | $168,707.00 |
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| Description Of Requirement: (Limit 250 characters) Current: 242 | Fauci Exhibit This price includes: 1. Project management a. Project management 2. Site visits Design consultation 3. Detailing and samples 4. Fabrication a. Back walls, intro panel and related support structure b. Columns, inner walls with Le | Fauci Exhibit This price includes: 1. Project management a. Project management 2. Site visits Design consultation 3. Detailing and samples 4. Fabrication a. Back walls, intro panel and related support structure b. Columns, inner walls with Le | Fauci Exhibit This price includes: 1. Project management a. Project management 2. Site visits Design consultation 3. Detailing and samples 4. Fabrication a. Back walls, intro panel and related support structure b. Columns, inner walls with Le | Fauci Exhibit This price includes: 1. Project management a. Project management 2. Site visits Design consultation 3. Detailing and samples 4. Fabrication a. Back walls, intro panel and related support structure b. Columns, inner walls with Le | |
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# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1800, Cowgate)/The Bonny Hawthorn

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The Bonny Hawthorn
ONE mild summer morning all nature look'd gay, I saw my dearest Jamie at tedding the hay, Who said, my lovely treasure, come see where I dwell, Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale That blooms in the vale, that blooms in the vale Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
O hark bonny Bess, hear the birds in yon grove, How delightful they sing how inviting to love; The briars, deck'd with roses, perfume the fanning gale, Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale That blooms, &c.
His words they were so moving, his looks so soft kind They offer'd me the yoath had no guile in his mind, My heart too confess'd him, the flower of the dale, Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale That blooms, &c.
Now tell me ye lovers if I could refuse, My Jamie was so pressing, so binding his vows ​We went and were married, most cordially we dwell, Beside the bonny hawthorn that blooms in the vale.
That blooms, &c.
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# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1800, Cowgate)/The Death of Queen Jean

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The Death of QUEEN JEAN.
QUEEN Jean was in labour for six weeks and more, All the women were tired and quite gave her o'er O women! O women! O women you be, Pray send for my mother to come and see me
Her mother was sent for, and immediately came, And she sat on the bedside along with Queen Jean O mother! dear mother! my mother yon be, Pray send for King Henry to come and see me.
King Henry he came, and the curtains drew by, And said my dear Jeany, pray what would you say King Henry! King Henry! King Henry you be, Pray send for the doctor to come and see me.
The doctor was sent for and immediately came; And he sat on the bedside along with Queen Jean O doctor! O doctor! a doctor you be, Pray open my right side, and save my two babes
He gave her a drink and she fell in a swoon, He open'd her side and the babes they were found ​The babes they were christen'd without joy or mirth, And the flower of old England was laid in the earth.
Black was the kitchen and black was the hall, And black were the ladies who attended them all Black were their aprons and black were their fans, And black were the gloves that they wore on their hands.
Six and six coaches, and six coaches more, While royal King Henry went mourning beforo With a cloak of black velvet hung down to his heels And the flower of old England was laid in the ground
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# Five Excellent New Songs (c. 1800, Cowgate)/The Happy Lovers

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The Happy Lovers.
Or, JAMIE and ALLIE'S Farewell.
Air—Banks of the Dee.
FAREWELL to Balbirnie, farewell to my Allie, Farewell fellow servants, farewell to you a'; For I must away to be drill'd at Dunfermline, And leave my dear Allie the flower of you a'. Adieu ye sweet bow'rs that surround us sae bonny, And lambs bleating round at the dawn of day; ​Adieu to all pleasure that us'd to carress me, farewell to my Allie, for I must away.
Cheer up your heart Allie, and let not this grieve thee A more happy time we hope yet for to see When peace is restoring, and cannons cease roaring, My dear I'll return again safe unto thee: I'll ay be true hearted to you my dear Allie, As long as the blood does flow in each vein; So never be daunted, nor yet broken hearted, The time it is short lass, I'll come back again.
Each morning I rise I'll still think upon thee, And when I'm at drill I'll ay do the same; At night when parading along the smooth pavement, My Allie, my Allie shall flow in my brain. Now Allie be constant, and true every moment To me, in my absence and red coated state. Remember, dear Allie, false love is rewarded By Him that's above, the ruler of fate.
ALLIE's REPLY.
OH Jamie, dear Jamie, why do you grieve me? To think I'd be false is foolish and vain. As the rock in the ocean, that's never in motion, To you, my dear laddie, I'll ay true remain. Oh Jamie! your beauty has fairly bewitch'd me, All day in your absence I'll languish in vain I'll think of your traces and kindly embraces, My dear, when you're drill'd and march'd on the plain
​Each bell I hear ringing in the evening sae bonny, I'll take it for granted it does call for thee; Each foot I hear prancing so swift on the pavement, My Jamie dear laddie, I'll still think on thee. When at the hall table we're seated wi' plenty, And toasts going round so frank and so free, With strong beer and porter in horns so frisky, My Jamie, dear laddie, I'll still think on thee.
Now fare you well Jamie, since now I must leave you, My blessing go wi' you wharever ye be; May angels protect you that hover around us, And send you safe back to Balbirnie and me. Ye woods all around give over your echo, And lambs cease to skip along the sweet plain; Nae pleasure ye ll gi'e me, so try not to grieve me, Till Jamie, my charmer, return back again.
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