Evil comes to us men of imagination wearing as its mask all the virtues.
For the good are always the merry, / Save by an evil chance,/ And the merry love the fiddle,/ And the merry love to dance: / And when the folk there spy me,/ They will all come up to me, / With,”Here is the fiddler of Dooney!” / And dance like a wave of the sea.
to be choked with hate May well be of all evil chances chief.
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