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A box where sweets compacted lie,My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.Only a sweet and virtuous soul,Like season’d timber,never gives;But though the whole world turns to coal, Then chiefly lives.—(Britain)George Herbert,Virtue,Extract美好春 ......(本文共 323 字 ) [阅读本文] >>