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GRAY: _Elegy,_ St. 11.


=Flea.=

So, naturalists observe, a flea
Has smaller fleas that on him prey;
And these have smaller still to bite 'em;
And so proceed _ad infinitum._
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SWIFT: _Poetry, A Rhapsody._


=Flesh.=

Oh, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!
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SHAKS.: _Hamlet,_ Act v., Sc. 1.


=Flirtation.=

Never wedding, ever wooing,
Still a love-lorn heart pursuing,
Read you not the wrong you're doing,
In my cheek's pale hue?
All my life with sorrow strewing,
Wed, or cease to woo.