"love seeketh not itself to please
nor for itself hath any care
but fof another gives its ease
and builds a heaven in hell's despair."
so sang a little clod of clay
Trodden with the cattle's feet
but a pebble of the book
warbled out these meters meet..
"love seeketh only self to please,
to bind another to its delight
joys in another's loss of ease
and builds a hell in heaven's despite...
nor izati binti ismail
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