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 Yet never did there meet my sight, In any town, to left or right, A little room so exquisite, With two such couches, soft and white; Not any room so warm and bright, Wherein to read, wherein to write.

did late review my lays, Crusty Christopher; You did mingle blame and praise, Rusty Christopher. When I learnt from whom it came, I forgave you all the blame, Musty Christopher; I could not forgive the praise, Fusty Christopher.