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 90 Why should not you Who know it all ring at his door, and speak Just truth enough to show that his whole life Will scarcely find for him a broken crust Of all those truths that are your daily bread; And when you have spoken take the roads again?

He wrote of me in that extravagant style He had learnt from Pater, and to round his tale Said I was dead; and dead I choose to be.