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Or like an opiate, which brings troubled rest,

Or none; or like⁠—like nothing that I know

Except itself;⁠—such is the human breast;

A thing, of which similitudes can show

No real likeness⁠—like the old Tyrian vest

Dyed purple, none at present can tell how,

If from a shell-fish or from cochineal.

So perish every Tyrant’s robe piece-meal!