Thursday, January 27, 2011

Soft yielding minds sipping elemental tea

For when the Fair in all her pride expire,
To their first elements their souls retire:
The sprites of fiery termagants in flame
Mount up, and take a Salamander's name.
Soft yielding minds to water glide away,
And sip, with Nymphs, their elemental tea.
— Alexander Pope, "The Rape of the Lock"

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