The Shadow and the Man

Kriloff’s Original Fables
A playful Rogue to catch his Shadow once did try
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His leg put out, It goes ahead ; faster, and It doth fly Before him still ; he runs, and must at length go by : But each time that he springs, swifter the Shadow runs,
Still unattained, like life’s best treasure. Our Rogue a step or two doth backward measure, And lo, the Shadow following his step no longer shuns.
Ye Beauties bright ! I’ve heard say many times : What think ye now ? No, truly, they touch not you my
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But what with Fortune haps, that with the subject chimes :
One time and trouble vainly wastes,
Striving with all his strength but once to hold her
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Another, as it seems, runs from her, —then, behold her,
How after him with opened arms she hastes !