(thing) by Girlface Thu Dec 14 2000 at 23:58:32

To-morrow, Julia, I betimes must rise,
For some small fault to offer sacrifice:
The altar's ready: fire to consume
The fat; breathe thou, and there's the rich perfume.

--Robert Herrick

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