Epitaph – On A Certain Physiognomist
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On every nose he rightly read
What intellects were in the head
And yet–that he was not the one
By whom God meant it to be done,
This on his own he never read.
On every nose he rightly read
What intellects were in the head
And yet–that he was not the one
By whom God meant it to be done,
This on his own he never read.