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HO is it seeks my pillow nights?

With plain inspecting face,

"Did you, or did you not?" to ask,

'Tis Conscience, childhood's nurse.

With martial hand she strokes the hair

Upon my wincing head,

"All rogues shall have their part in"—

What— The Phosphorus of God.