Go and catch a falling star, get with child a mandrake root, tell me where all past years are, or who cleft the devil's foot, teach me to hear mermaids singing, or to keep off envy's stinging, and find what wind serves to advance an honest mind. If thou be'st born to strange sights, things invisible to see, ride ten thousand days and night, till age snow white hairs on thee. Thou, when thou return'st, will tell me, all strange wonders that befell thee...

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