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Who bade you do't?
The same! the same!
He let us loose, and cried, Halloo!
Wisdom comes with lack of food,
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By the the light of his own blazing cot
Was many a naked Rebel shot:
The house-stream met the flame and hiss'd,
While crash! fell in the roof, I wist,
On some of those old bed-rid nurses,
That deal in discontent and curses.
Both.
Fire.
Letters four do form his name.
He let me loose, and cried. Halloo!
To him alone the praise is due.
All
How shall we yield him honour due?
Famine.
I'll gnaw, I'll gnaw the multitude,
Till the cup of rage o'erbrim:
They shall seize him and his brood—
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