ashtaroth a dramatic lyric
He Who His Appetite Stints And Curbs, Shut Up In The Northern Wing, With His Rye-bread Flavoured With Bitter Herbs, And His Draught From The Tasteless Spring, Good Sooth, He Is But A Sorry Clown. There Are Some Good Things Upon Earth -- Pleasure And Power And Fair Renown, And Wisdom Of Worldly Worth! --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.
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