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Hast seen him yet ? Nay ; Babbi Jacob's door Swung to behind him, just as I puffed up O'erblown with haste. See how our years weigh, cousin. Who 'd judge me with this paunch a temperate man, A man of modest means, a man withal Scarce overpast his prime? Well, God be praised, If age bring no worse burden! Who is this stranger ? Simon the Leech tells me he claims to bear Some special message from the Lord — no doubt To-morrow, fresh from rest, he 'll publish it Within the Synagogue.