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 And we have manuscripts in peacock styles By Ali of Damascus; we have swords Engraved with storks and apes and crocodiles, And heavy beaten necklaces, for Lords.

But you are nothing but a lot of Jews.

Sir, even dogs have daylight, and we pay.

But who are ye in rags and rotten shoes, You dirty-bearded, blocking up the way?

We are the Pilgrims, master; we shall go   Always a little further: it may be Beyond that last blue mountain barred with snow, Across that angry or that glimmering sea,

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