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...icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind, Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This...what I am. Sweet are the uses of adversity ; Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous, Wears yet a precious jewel in his head 2 ; And this our life, exempt...

...fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind; Which, when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, This is...jewel in his head; And this our life, exempt from public haunt, Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, Stnnons in stones, and good in every...