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Rh A two-mile trot was not for him
 * A very easy thing.

"So, to reward him for his run
 * (As it was baking hot,

And he was over twenty stone), The King proceeded, half in fun,
 * To knight him on the spot."

Twas a great liberty to take!'
 * (I fired up like a rocket).

"He did it just for punning's sake: 'The man,' says Johnson, 'that would make
 * A pun, would pick a pocket!

"A man," said he, "is not a King."
 * I argued for a while,

And did my best to prove the thing— The Phantom merely listening
 * With a contemptuous smile.

At last, when, breath and patience spent,
 * I had recourse to smoking—

"Your aim," he said, "is excellent: