Insatiate Archer! Could Not One Suffice? Thy Shaft Flew Thrice, And Thrice My Peace Was Slai

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Insatiate archer! could not one suffice?
Thy shaft flew thrice, and thrice my peace was slain;
And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn.
-- Edward Young (1684-1765)
-- Night Thoughts, Night i, Line 212

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