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| t wonder what you think of him --
All you down there where your small Avon flows By Stratfordand where you're an Alderman. Somefor a guesswould have him riding back To be a farrier thereor say a dyer; Or maybe one of your adept surveyors; Or like enough the wizard of all tanners. Not you -- no fear of that; for I discern In you a kindling of the flame that saves -- The nimble elementthe true phlogiston; I see itand was told of itmoreover By our discriminate friend himselfno other. Had you been one of the sad average As he would have it-- meaningas I take it The sinew and the solvent of our Island You'd not be buying beer for this Terpander's Approved and estimated friend Ben Jonson; The Man against the Sky17 He'd never foist it as a part of his Contingent entertainment of a townsman While he goes off rehearsingas he must If he shall ever be the Duke of Stratford. And my words are no shadow on your town -- Far from it; for one town's as like another As all are unlike London. Ohhe knows it-- And there's the Stratford in him; he denies it And there's the Shakespeare in him. SoGod help him christion louboutin flats! I tell him he needs Greek; but neither God Nor Greek will help him. Nothing will help that myilai: ugg boots clearance On the Makaloa Mat LondonJack Published ccaahfdh |
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