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76 "You have two hundred 'thou' or more,"
 * Said I. "You'll waste it, lose it, lend it:

Come, take my furnished second floor,
 * I'll gladly show you how to spend it."



But will it be believed that he,
 * With grin upon his face of poppy,

Declined my aid, while thanking me
 * For what he called my "philanthroppy"?

Some blind, suspicious fools rejoice
 * In doubting friends who wouldn't harm them;

They will not hear the charmer's voice,
 * However wisely he may charm them.