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104 Why, young orphan, all this wailing? "Would to heaven that I were dead! For my guardian's craft prevailing Soon will make me beg my bread." Knowing well the rascal genus, Into court I dragged the knave; Fair the judges were between us, And the maiden's wealth did save.

Surely we for wine may languish! Let the bumper then go round! For all sighs and groans of anguish Thou to-day in joy hast drowned.

To a little fellow, quiet, Unpretending and subdued. Has a big clown, running riot, Been to-day extremely rude. I bethought me of my duty, And my courage swelled apace, So I spoiled the rascal's beauty, Slashing him across the face.

Surely we for wine may languish! Let the bumper then go round! For all sighs and groans of anguish Thou to-day in joy hast drowned.

Brief must be my explanation, For I really have done nought.