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Simon. … ‘Your tale, my friend,

Is made from nothing, and of nothings spun—

Foam on the ocean, hoar-frost on the grass,

The gossamer threads that sparkle in the sun

Patterned with morning dew—things that are born

And die, are come and gone, blossom and fade

Ere day mature has drawn one sober breath.’

Philip. ’Tis so; and so is life; and so is youth;

Foam, frost, and dew; what would you? Maidens call

That filmy gossamer the Virgin’s threads,

And virgins’ lives are woven of threads like those.’