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 But, if the case must be so hard, That faces suffer by a card,

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say your face is better hung Than ours — by what? by nose or tongue? In not explaining, you are wrong to us, sir. Because we thus must state the case, That you have got a hanging face, Th' untimely end's a damn'd disgrace of noose, sir. But yet be not cast down: I see A weaver will your hangman be; You'll only hang in tapestry with many: And then the ladies, I suppose, Will praise your longitude of nose, For latent charms within your clothes, dear Danny. Thus will the fair of every age From all parts make their pilgrimage, Worship thy nose with pious rage of love, sir: All