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| {{script|Herculio}}: Ay, drafted, is ’t; <br> | | {{dsh a condition more honoured}} |
| But to my mind, though my inner eagle is attuned<br>
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| And to the manner born, this is a Condition <br>
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| More honour’d in the breach than the observance.<br>
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| This heavy-handed sheaf of windy guff <br>
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| Doth impose a weighty tax upon our distant aspirations;<br>
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| Thy clipping tickets with their malty turn of phrase <br>
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| Soil our accord with oily additions. Who wouldst draw <br>
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| Not the heaving strokes of palpitating consensus <br>
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| But a wicker frame of ghoulish aspect <br>
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| Post-dated with the odds of curly misadventure?
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| :—{{otto}}, {{dsh}} | | :—{{otto}}, {{dsh}} |
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