The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . leprosies, No sickness nor disease, no pestilence, No scourge nor deadly blights, no famine, droughts, Volcanoes, earthquakes, floods nor meteors. No evil haps, but balms for every wound. No prodigies, monsters nor miracles. No lies, excuses nor apologies, No zealots, bigots nor stern dogmatists. No traitors, thieves, sharpers nor renegades. No meddlers, marplots, wits nor termagants. No tattlers, braggarts, scolds nor sycophants. No pedants, fops, bullies nor laughing-stocks. No babblers, buffoo
The maid of Redenfayn, an allegory of two worlds, in three books: I The book of loves and dreams . leprosies, No sickness nor disease, no pestilence, No scourge nor deadly blights, no famine, droughts, Volcanoes, earthquakes, floods nor meteors. No evil haps, but balms for every wound. No prodigies, monsters nor miracles. No lies, excuses nor apologies, No zealots, bigots nor stern dogmatists. No traitors, thieves, sharpers nor renegades. No meddlers, marplots, wits nor termagants. No tattlers, braggarts, scolds nor sycophants. No pedants, fops, bullies nor laughing-stocks. No babblers, buffoons, wags nor pessimists, No misanthropes, witches nor Ishmaelites, No discords, wrangles nor unkind critiques, No purse-proud Pharisees nor penitents. No tears nor sighs, dumps nor despondencies. No giggles, smirks, guffaws, pouts nor complaints. Anguish, regret, disgust and discontent, All disappear soon as this Vale is reached. No woe of any kind its joyous air Can breathe and live. No thorns in any side; And in no conscience reptiles of remorse. To bite and sting, and make ones life a No revelries, fun not frivolity, No wit that stings, no humor that offends.
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