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… ' Thy lips ' …

'Twas a parlous fearsome giant that was the author of such exploits!

… ' And when I set thee come, I faint for fear. '

What hast rhymed of late, Ragueneau?

… ' Who worships thee ' …

No need I sign, since I give it her myself.

I have put a recipe into verse.

Go to! Let us hear these verses!