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Thus ornament is but the _gilded_ shore To a most dangerous sea: the beauteous scarf Veiling an Indian _gipsy_; in a word, The seeming truth which cunning times put on To entrap the wisest. Therefore, thou gaudy gold Hard food for Midas, I will none of thee: Nor none of thee, thou _stale_ and common drudge 'Tween man and man: but thou, thou meagre lead, Which rather threat'nest than doth promise aught, Thy paleness moves me more than eloquence, And here choose I; joy be the consequence!