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 "But—please, don't be flurried;
 * For I daresay by then

You'll be comfortably buried,
 * Ladies and gentlemen!

"No more, thanks! I must be going!
 * I'm so glad to have made this

Opportunity of knowing
 * Some more Russian ladies!"

He sits. Upon the kingly head doth rest
 * The round-balled wimple, and the heavy rings
 * Touch on the shoulders where the shadow clings.

The downward garment shows the ambiguous breast;