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 * The pledge of favor, that he not suspect
 * Any foul play, or awkward murdering,
 * Tho' I have bowstrung many of his sect;
 * Throw in a hint, that if he should neglect
 * One hour, the next shall see him in my grasp,
 * And the next after that shall see him neck'd,
 * Or swallow'd by my hunger-starved asp,—

And mention ('tis as well) the torture of the wasp."


 * Let o'er the silk his propping elbow slide,
 * Caught up his little legs, and, in a fret,
 * Fell on the sofa on his royal side.
 * The slave retreated backwards, humble-eyed,
 * And with a slave-like silence closed the door,
 * And to old Hum thro' street and alley hied;
 * He "knew the city," as we say, of yore,

And for short cuts and turns, was nobody knew more.


 * Their shutters with a moody sense of wealth,
 * But retail dealers, diligent, let loose
 * The gas (objected to on score of health),
 * Convey'd in little solder'd pipes by stealth,
 * And make it flare in many a brilliant form,
 * That all the powers of darkness it repell'th,