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 I swore the jewel of Glamschid Than you less excellency hid; You thought so too—you know you did.

And yet you made a famous fool Of one a lastrum since from school; I’m on the penitential stool.

With groan and grimace acrimonious, I vote all flirting most erroneous, And bivouac with Saint Antonius,

Old Nick shall thump me black and blue, And with his horned head punch me through, Ere I succumb to jays like you.

I’ll make the calaboose my bunk, I’ll delve in some monastic trunk; ’Twere highly proper to get drunk!

I’ll sing Am Rhein in the Casino— Become obstreperous with Blineau; In divers ways I’ll breeze my spleen, oh!

Lycanthropy to me is placid; I’ll out-strut e’en Haroun Alraschid— Read Werter, too, for prussic acid.