ENIGMA.
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Within the compass of my first Are right and wrong, dissected; Bold falsehood there is put to shame, And villainy detected. Of constant port, with royal parts, Tall, strong, and stately reckoned, But hauled about with tarry coat— By these marks know my second. My whole, devoted to one aim, One prize intent on gaining, Expends its life in the pursuit, And dies in the obtaining.