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1 3 |   a peculiar beauty to the fruit. And the ears of corn~bending
2 4 |    for thee. Everything is fruit to me which thy seasons
3 4 | the rose~in spring and the fruit in summer; for such is disease,
4 5 |   once produced its~proper fruit. As a horse when he has
5 6 |    life. There is~only one fruit of this terrene life, a
6 9 |   and the universe produce fruit; at the proper~seasons each
7 9 |   nothing. Reason produces~fruit both for all and for itself,
8 11|    such as it chooses; the fruit which~it bears itself enjoys-