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If I tell you the Marquis will die, will you smile? And laugh when he's dead?--This powder, my lily, That seems but an innocent sweet in this phial-- Do not touch it! breathe distant!--a poison Exili Used a life to discover. Its formula left To a pupil (well worthy the master!), the prudent And pious Sainte Croix. Him, of teacher bereft, The Devil, I deem, must have taken as student.