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witness2 Offline43 • Male •
Stray _ Cat: Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapt power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life.
— Andrew Marvel, from “To His Coy Mistress”