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...and stripes he lived to rear anew, Between the mourners at his head and feet, Say, scurril-jester, is there room for you ? Yes, he had lived to shame...a true-born king of men. My shallow judgment I had learned to rue, Noting how to occasion's height he rose ; How his quaint wit made home-truth seem more...

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