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						The Shadow by Ben Jonson 
						
						FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;     Seem to fly it, it will pursue:  So court a mistress, she denies you;     Let her alone, she will court you.     Say, are not women truly, then,     Styled but the shadows of us men? 
  At morn and even, shades are longest;     At noon they are or short or none:  So men at weakest, they are strongest,     But grant us perfect, they're not known.     Say, are not women truly, then,     Styled but the shadows of us men? 						 
						
						
						
						
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