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40 But one thing ails the man. He smiles too much. He comes to see me once or twice a week, And I must tell him that he smiles too much. If I were Socrates, how I should do it!"

Epistle Number Three was longer coming. I waited for it, even worried for it— Though Killigrew, and of his own free will, Had written reassuring little scraps From time to time, and I had valued them The more for being his. "The Sage," he said, "From all that I can see, is doing well— I should say very well. Three meals a day, Siestas, and innumerable pipes— Not to the tune of water on the stones, But rather to the tune of his own Ego, Which seems to be about the same as God. But I was always weak in metaphysics, And I pray therefore that you be lenient. I'm going to be married in December, And I have made a poem that will scan— So Plunket says. You said the other would n't:

"Augustus Plunket, Ph. D., And oh, the Bishop’s daughter; A very learned man was he And in twelve weeks he got her;