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I share the honour with my cash, With cook and steward

Very well; Let's pledge a toast to all the four!

Monsieur, you have a gout,[2] a ton,[2] That nowadays is seldom met with Among men living en garçon,—[2] A certain—what's the word?

A dash, A tinge of free soul-contemplation, And cosmopolitanisation, An outlook through the cloudy rifts By narrow prejudice unhemmed, A stamp of high illumination, An Ur-Natur,[2] with lore of life, To crown the trilogy, united. Nicht wahr, Monsieur, 'twas that you meant?

Yes, very possible; not quite So loftily it sounds in French.

Ei was! That language is so stiff.—