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Lo, I 've laughed out my laugh on this mirth-day! Beside, at week's end, dawns my birthday, That hebdome, hieron emar-- (More things in a day than you deem are!) --Tei gar Apollona chrusaora Egeinato Leto. So, gray or ray Betide me, six days hence, I 'm vexed here By no sweep, that 's certain, till next year! "Vexed?"--roused from what else were insipid ease! Leave snoring abed to Pheidippides! We 'll up and work! won't we, Euripides?